How do they allow for personal milk-making at your place of employment? Where I work they have a room. It used to be called the “Lactation Room” (there was a sign), but now it’s called the “Mother’s Room” (there’s a new sign). I didn’t want to know what went on in there before and now I’m just confused. I wish there was a non-milk-producing room where I could go to figure it all out but, from what I can tell, only girls get their own special room.
I saw an advertisement yesterday for a DNA test for dogs and I thought about what a sad, gullible, easily-brainwashed and influenced society we live in. I also thought about Lassie and about how rough it must have been for her to hear the news, “We’re sorry girl, I know all these years and through all those TV episodes you believed you were a Collie, but we just got the DNA results and it turns out that you’re actually an Italian Greyhound mixed with Cocker Spaniel and a little bit of retriever … It looks like your mom was boning every other dog in the neighborhood … we’re so sorry girl.”
If you were born today and somehow manage to live to retirement age you will have been exposed to over seventy million advertisements of one sort or another by age sixty-five. These mostly rude interruptions are called exposures or sometimes nowadays impressions because the implication is that they happen while you are living life and many times don’t consciously make note of them.