Santa not only came down the chimney. He smoked like a chimney, too, and considered cigarettes as “gifts of pleasure.”
Babies who used to drink cola during “their early formative years” had “much higher chances of gaining acceptance and ‘fitting in’ during their awkward pre-teen and teen years”
Women who received Hoover vacuums as gifts “were happier on Christmas morning.”
Taking Midol would ensure that you became “the you he likes.”
Men who showed their wives “it’s a man’s world” would be served breakfast in bed. Wearing a shirt and tie in bed was a surefire way to demonstrate one’s manliness.
Looking back at newspaper and magazine ads from the 40s and 50s, the “good ole days” don’t seem like they were quite so good. Thank goodness most of us survived, even thrived. Back in the day, my mother put out at least three oversized bottles of soda at Sunday lunch and we all guzzled away. When I began smoking, at 17 years old, I thought I was a pretty cool gal. I haven’t had a sip of any carbonated beverage in over five years or put a cigarette to my lips in over 25. And if I’m in a rotten mood now, I don’t care whether my partner likes me or not.
I wonder what society will discover decades from now about the “cool” things we’re doing today and what impact they’ll make on the lives of our children and grandchildren. Will we learn that the Internet actually makes us dumber because it’s filled with a world of inaccurate information? Will emailing and texting render us completely unable to spell or use writing implements? Will gluten be the cure to cancer? And will anyone who watched more than 10,000 hours of the Kardashian and Housewife shows combined actually be able to communicate in complete sentences?
Time marches on. Where we’re marching is another story.