Child of the Advertising Age

This is one of the first advertising jingles I remember. It made such an impression that when my parents came home with a new Chrysler, I cried.

Ultimately, my mother came to believe the Chrysler hated her. Ha. Should have bought a Chevrolet.

The first commercial that TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME was this one.

I don’t regret getting my Twist ‘N Turn Barbie, but oh, how I wish Mattel hadn’t enticed me to trade in my original ponytail Barbie. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!

7 thoughts on “Child of the Advertising Age”

    1. Today I realized that the reason I remember things much older than my 35 years is because I AM A TIME TRAVELER! I’m so excited to discover this, because now I can share more memories without worrying that someone will come along and cast doubt on my 35-ness.

      Which you were not doing, right? Because I’ve already figured out that you hate Christina Aguilera, The Compound dogs, and buttons, plus you have so much happiness that you didn’t even ask for any on Dash’s behalf. You did, however, react to Enya, which frankly, is a little worrisome.

      Are you even the real Marika? Quick: What do you do if this person says the only way he’ll ever be happy is if he can have Dash?

      1. Oh I see you’ve been reading Sophie’s Choice …. Johnny would never ask that of me, because he knows that Dash is my one true treasure… he would’nt take it.

        And if I remember correctly … Hump Day and the day after occurred right on my horribly bad day … Nothing but Johnny Depp holding a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken could have made me happy.

        Your words have wounded me.

        1. You are NOT Marika. Marika would have known to answer, “Johnny, nothing would make me happier than letting you have Dash, but we are a package deal. Love my dog, love me.”

          WHERE IS MY MARIKA?

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