When my son, James was two years old, and I heard the jazzy music of an erectile dysfunction commercial start playing, I wanted to throw a penalty flag. Even at two, James could understand context, and could deduce inferences. I was afraid he’d ask me about the couple in the bathtubs — the ads where the two lovebirds were having a good soak in the middle of a green pasture. The bemusement would have been understandable — how do two cast iron bathtubs get to such remote places? Where does the clean water come from? Do you have to be an exhibitionist to take these drugs?
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