Yes, I remember those Pamper TV ads in the early 1970's, but they had NO effect on me because they didn't look like "REAL" diapers.
No more cloth diapers for mommies to fold? No more Gerber plastic baby pants over the diapers? No more dunking poopy diapers in the toliet? No more washing diapers and drying them on a backyard clothesline?
No, all those Pampers commercials had no effect on me. They were not "real" diapers in my opinion.
However, you did say something in your post that I can really relate to.
Although I was never "busted" for having an interest in watching TV ads, I did have an interest in watching something else, and I was always afraid that my mom or someone else would catch on to my being "mesmerized".
We always had A LOT of moms and babies at our house when I was a little boy. Not only did my mom have a lot of friends who had babies, but my mom babysat a lot of infants and toddlers durring the day while their moms worked. Usually, durring one of theses many visits with moms and babies, one of the babies would stop playing, turn red in the face, grunt, toot, and loudly fill their pants in front of all the other moms in the room.
As these moms watched the red-faced baby, I was watching them, paying close attention to their facial experssions, tone of voice, and the way they smiled at the baby.
Just like with the Porky Pig cartoon "Baby Bottleneck" we talked about in another post, when I watched these moms smiling at the red-faced, pants-pooping baby, in those few moments, I became the baby. In my mind's eye, they were all smiling and cooing to me, as I helplessly filled my pants in the living room, with every mom watching me.
Thankfully, no one ever caught on that I was watching, (i.e. "busted" me)or even suspected that I secretly wanted to be a baby again.
One interesting thing to note. Although pooping is a natural, normal body function, and babies poop their diapers 2 to 4 times a day, it was never treated as an ordnary, everyday thing.
At my house, when a baby pooped their pants, it was a BIG DEAL, and was treated as something very special, to be celibrated like a birthday, or a special event: something to be singled out for special attention.
Whenever I heard my mom playfully say,
"Uh, oh, I think somebody's filling their pants",
every mom in the room stopped talking, and turned their attention to the baby with the bright red face.
No one left the room, no one did anything else except smile at the baby, coo to the baby, talk "baby-talk" to the baby, and talk to each other about what the baby was doing in their pants. There were lot's of giggles, and comments on the reddness of the baby's face, the sound of their grunts, the loudness of their toots, and lot's of comments about the pungent odor that filled the living room.
In short, my mom, and her friends really enjoyed watching babies poop their pants.
Even if it happened 3 or 4 times in a day, my mom never treated it as "just another poopy diaper." When my mom smelled something, or saw a baby turning red in the face, she always had the same reaction: Smiles, giggles, cooing baby-talk, a wrinkled up nose, and lot's and lot's of playful comments about the pungent aroma, loudness of the grunts, and the reddness of the baby's face.
At my house, a poopy diaper was a joyful, playful time for my mom and her friends.
