maleficentmoi

I learned an odd thing from a big fuckin' book about big breasts published by Taschen: consumerism was born from the minds of advertisers in the thick of the Great Depression. The idea came from a belief that consumers, regardless of their exact personal finance, could be pushed into buying crap they didn't need if products were presented onto them as objects that led to contentment; that their happiness would be assured through purchasing of these unnecessary objects. The test run for this new marketing strategy was the 1939/40 World's Fair in Flushing Meadows (true place, I guess), New York. Needless to say, it worked. Duh! I'm poor, people!

What baffled me was that such a sick and manipulative tool for advertising would come in our country during a devastating period of financial reform like the Great Depression. I dunno... Maybe I'm guilty of assuming that the post-WWII economy would've been the more likely place for such an evil thing. It just seems odd to me that asshole advertisers would sit around and think of clever ways to separate poor people from their money in a bad time like that. True, such ideology still reigns supreme nowadays, but that's beside the point. The Great fuckin' Depression? That's... gross! Truly the rich deserve to die. Or, give us their money. Unless they earned it. Wait, fuck that. Even if they earned it, it was at the expense of all the blood, sweat and tears from a working class they'd rather shit on than help. Yup. That's my poli-rant for the year. I'll never do it again... Until next year, I guess. I better write down this date...

What was equally interesting to me is that I discovered this sad fact of our economic hell from a book centered around large breasted women. The damn thing is full of pictures of huge knockers! What gives? Education under the pleasing shape of countless fun bags? If public education had used a similar method, I'd have been a perfect fucking student. And, I would've learned to masturbate a whole helluva lot sooner.