Capitalism and the young
Recently, I was driving somewhere with G girl in the car, and out of the blue she said truly the most shocking thing of her young life:
“Dad, we need to buy some Oxiclean.”
Hmm, I thought for a moment, I wonder where she got that.
“Were you watching something on TV that had commercials?” [n.b.- we have a Tivo box, so our children think commercials are like the Yeti]
“Yes, and this man showed how it would get our clothes clean and bright.”
[long pause as I try to think of an intelligent way to handle this]
“Well, honey, he was just saying those things so that you would think their product is better than someone else’s. It doesn’t really work like they showed on the commercial.”
“So he was lying?”
[crap, I thought, undermined her faith in humanity yet again]
“No, not really lying, just showing how well it could work under optimal conditions, not how it really works on real stains. I’m sure it works fine, just not as well as in the commercial, and we don’t need to buy any to have clean clothes.”
[even longer pause as she tries to figure out what optimal means, and orders all of this in her head]
“So really he just wants our money?”
I love my daughter, the budding socialist.