Slip on your Gap jeans, Nike T-shirt, and your Reeboks--or maybe even your Cons if you think that makes you cool and ironic in a Kurt Cobain kind of way. Grab your Adidas backpack, ride to school on your Razor, sip your Starbucks frappuccino, eat your PowerBar, write a paper on your iMac, slip on your Ralph Lauren windbreaker, buy the latest CD from Target, check the caller ID to see who's calling you on your Motorola Krazr, eat your Doritos, drink your Coke. Star at the TV till you're stupefied...
Is there any time of the day when we're not being used and/or abused by the advertising companies? Can we have an inch of free space, do you mind? Some ambitious kids rent their head space--the ourside, not the inside (although the inside space is certainly emptier)--to big companies by shaving ads in their hair for all their friends to see. It's just a matter of time before companies figure out a way to sell you stuff while you're sleeping. Maybe some kind of vitamin that releases visual and sonic enzymes that run like a ticker tape through your dreams--ALL THE LATEST RELEASES NOW AT BLOCKBUSTER... CHEESIER NACHOS AT CHILI'S... BY THE WAY, YOU'RE SNORING.
Am I the only one who sees the irony of sitting in class reading 1984, having a discussion of Big Brother watching out for us like it's some time way in the future? Some science fiction nightmare that is never really going to happen? HEL-LO? Our lives couldn't be more dictated by the corporations if they gave our schools A/V equipment in exchange for making us watch commercials in class.
Oh yeah, they already do that, nevermind...
"This is the disciple which testifieth of these things, and wrote these things: and we know that his testimony is true." - John 21:24
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