I guess it was inevitable that the smooth "as his beard hair is not" Trivago Guy would eventually be joined by a Trivago Girl.
And in introducing her to the American public the folks at the Trivago Company have not only outdone themselves, they have also outdone almost anybody else who’s ever outdone themselves in the entire art of outdoing.
Why is that?
She has a unique and affecting Australian accent all her own.
Did you ever hear anyone say “remembah” like she does?
She looks great in a dress and great in a casual top and jeans and great dressed like a lumberjack, as above, and great in a burlap sack should she ever appear in such. She looks great with her hair up and great with her hair down and she’d probably look great with no hair at all.
Yeah, no hair. Great!
And I’d give my subscription to HBO during the season when new episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm are being aired to be able to use Hotel: Trivago to find the optimal hotel anywhere in the world to check into arm in arm with the Trivago Girl for a little TV commercial star/horny audience member sexuality par excellence!
Many of us did a double take when we first saw the Trivago Girl on the air.
Does that mean they’ve dumped the Trivago Guy, we wondered? Watching him eating pancakes and stealing soap of late seemed to indicate that he was on the verge of “jumping the shark,” the term originating from when Fonzie actually jumped a shark on Happy Days indicating the show was fresh out of fresh ideas and about to bite the dust.
But no! The Trivago Guy came roaring back and the Trivago Girl and Trivago Guy became a tag team made in commercial heaven. Not only did she charm and entice we wonderful men out there in the dark but she also re-energized the Trivago Guy because now we saw him in regular rhythmic sync with her.
The Trivago people did one other thing super right and correct when they decided to implement a distaff version of the original Trivago personage who possesses a staff. They never have the two of them appear in the same commercial. That way both men and women are able to fantasize freely about each of them as appropriate without slamming smack dab into the boner killing (and whatever gets killed in women) prospect that the two of them might be into each other rather than us, god forbid!
Meanwhile I have never used Trivago and probably never will. I don’t go anywhere. But it doesn’t really matter.
Long live the Trivago Girl!
And the Trivago Guy?
We’ll let him stick around a bit longer too.