He didn't grow up in a house where there was a lot of TV watching - almost zero, and none while he was in his teens.
Looking through
this list of discontinued food products I ran into, I realized with a heavy sigh how much of my brain is literally littered with stupid jingles associated with these products. Whereas being homeschooled by parents
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But while the programming was important, the ads and jingles left their mark as well. I am absolutely certain that "Plop, plop, fizz, fizz, oh what a relief it is" is displacing some very important piece of information that I might otherwise remember if that space was not occupied by that inane song.
And looking at the list of discontinued foods gives me pangs of nostalgia too - which when you come right down to it, it really fucking sick. The link to my memory of going to the movies as a child, is inexorably all twisted around the memory of Brach's Non-pariels, which were my favorite. Now that I know they are gone forever, I wonder if my memory of going to the movies with my parents will become extinct too. And the memory of Sara Lee Orange Cake is hopelessly stuck to almost every neuron that can still recall family meals.
So I now not only wonder what it would be like to grow up without television ads, I wonder what it would be like to grow up in a culture without brand names...
Thanks for this very thought-provoking piece.
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Thanks for this very thought-provoking piece.
You're most welcome. Your "soggy fliers and tears" post should be magneted to my refrigerator or something, it's just so resonant and so good to remember.
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