Where’s All The Sexy Smokers?
|Worth the risk|
When I was growing up, it seemed everybody smoked. The mall, high school, parks, clubs, airplanes, airport terminals and even TV and movies.
And those images/memories are all covered in denim. Denim that was acid washed, shredded, jackets, shirts. On Nick at Nite all of the dads coming home to their families were enjoying a nice cigar or a pipe. If they were in a meeting and just scored a sweet deal – cigarettes all around!
And more importantly people looked like Miss Hurley here smoking. Who wouldn’t want to be around that? It was a great way to keep people baited on your next sentence. You could be telling someone about your crazy night. And right before you unveil that great ending, you pause to light your cigarette. Everyone in the club is being to loud? Excuse yourself to the patio for a smoke break. Need an opening line? Ask for a lighter.
|How nature says stay away|
Now, thanks to public service announcements and science, the smokers all tend to look like this guy/girl/it. Eww.
The public service announcements and scientists and even those annoying the Truth commercials have done something to the world. This past decade they have done to the world about smoking the equivalent of turning on the lights at a dance club after closing time. Nothing looks as promised. Just barely have we all caught a glimpse of what it looked like and now most of us are making up excuses why we have to work early tomorrow. Don’t call me, I’ll call you. Oh, my friends have to go and their my ride. Wasn’t your wing-man supposed to be helping you out here?
And we should be thankful. Because Mister Pigtails here plays for keeps. Except instead of cancer this guy makes you put the lotion in the basket.