I had lunch with the kid today.
He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it only once. I was sort of impressed.
The other day, when we were talking, he even told me, he has had it with ads, everywhere, ads.
I raised him with only about two hours a day of Netflix after dinner. The rest was just reading, homework, outside play & socializing or toys.
So, now that he is an adult, on his own, he is exposed to "reality," and he does not like, how much reality is saturated with. . . of all things, advertisements. He grew up without any.
I told him in my childhood, I had them all over the place, I still have all sorts of them in my brain, I call them "tattoos on the mind."
1984
Last Year.
I'm willing to bet, there is not a soul in American society that dies without this jingle memorized against their will.