you are correct in that angie's list is not corruptible, but the intent of the ad states that "I don't know how I could have found all the companies I needed to get the dog clean etc. without angies list. as if the person was not able to find dog cleaning firms without first consulting angies list. the same with gps systems, we are all too willing to turn over another function of our human brain to a machine so that we are free to indulge in more inane entertainment.
I believe I've seen the ad, but I don't remember the content in detail. Is the woman looking for a reputable and talented dog-groomer for the new dog? I understand this service varies, so, if I needed one, I'd appreciate having a reliable source to consult.
Don't get me wrong, I understand your feeling about ad inanity. Home Depot used to have one that showed several depictions of small failed home improvement projects, such as a faulty ceiling-fan installation and a husband falling off the ladder outside his house, that I found infuriating because men = doofuses, of course. (Or is that doofusii?)
And the ones showing children jumping all over the furniture or spilling drinks all over the floor without adult remonstrance, but rather indulgent smiles. Gunsmith has been known, upon watching adults on beds with their shoes on, to snap at the TV, "hey, asshole, get your shoes off the bed".
One cannot say to oneself any longer that ah, it's only TV or a commercial, because I believe these have been one instrumental element in changing our culture; they reflect and instruct.
So, I understand and share your frustration.
On the other hand, I have to confess that no matter how I try not to be, I am directionally impaired. My husband calls me "wrong-way" because I will get turned around and confused in a parking garage -- thank God for EXIT signs -- and if there's a choice between turning one way or the other, I will invariably choose wrongly. I do know how to read a map, so every excursion to a new locale requires plotting a route and using written directions. I tried a GPS and found it aggravating; the volume wouldn't exceed the radio's and the snooty "re-CAL-culating" had me close to hurling it out the window. Some folks are born with a compass-quality in their brains and some not; fortunately for those like me, we usually manage to pair up with a compass-head.
And, trap, thanks for the Angie's List review. I've wondered.