Better Homes & Gardens (ads in the 1950's) are the American Testament of Happiness, and there was nothing like them before or since. The quantity of glee that could be purchased by fiberglas drapes... or formaldehyde-infused faux-pine paneling was quite remarkable, and stands as a merry, amused rebuke to the modern ads that have disaffected aging hipsters standing adrift in aloof antiseptic rooms with one carefully-selected brand-in-a-vase under a halogen light, setting off the abstract painting just so. The ads always have a little boy in a cowboy suit running around with a gun, being a boy.i, for one, do not welcome our disaffected aging hipsters...
p.s. a deeper thought from his previous bleat:
"You may think you’re all that, but the ocean closes seamlessly over any ship once it’s sunk, big or small."
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