I was lucky enough to have a spoon in my hand, so I shoved it up my ass....I figured if I have to experience this kind of pain, then I want to be the one inflicting it.”
Oprah calls this "empowerment"
Lewis Black.....good times....good times.....
I forsee a future where every thirty minute block of television will be not 22 minutes of actual show but 22 minutes of commercials. Commercials jam packed with different ads for different products all in one spectacular ad that will seem like a television show unto itself.
Will Joe choose the Pringles or Doritos for his afternoon snack? Which will go better with his Alternative Lifestyle and allow him to "amp it up" "to the max" while drinking flavorful M-Dew X-Treme? Will Meg choose the windbreaker from Old Navy for her date with Ian or opt out of autumn wear altogether and instead where a short cropped tee from Banana Republic? They'll go fantastic with her new capri pants.
Advertising can only survive as long as we pay attention to it and assign a level of importance (or "cool") to the overpriced, overhyped pieces of substandard worksmanship.
Once we recognize and ignore the constant barrage of trend, they're words become fury...signifying nothing....
Now, I need a drink....