When people tell me my son looks like me, I am nonconsciously relieved to hear evidence that is inconsistent with the boy being the chauffeur's bastard |
I hate this campaign, which runs constantly in The Economist. The two ads above aren't even the most annoying of the lot. I think I hate the one with the woman and her daughter, who look like twins only Mom has been dieting extensively for a couple extra decades and has had more work done, the most. Ah, here it is.
You can never be too rich or too thin or too prone to awkward, obviously-fake cross-generational synchronized giggling...and did I mention rich? |
This whole buying your own heirloom vibe smacks of a weird and disgusting aspirational elitism.
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Watches are one of those things where it really gets tempting to think that your possessions define, or should define, you. I find that is a pretty easy trap for me to fall into. (I guess it's not a trap so much as a decision/style/ethos I'd rather not have.)
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