Who's the stiff?

I just did one of those cliched pregnancy things and made J go all the way across campus in this cold, icy weather to get me a root beer from the cafeteria because I woke up this morning with a feverish, burning desire for Mug. I cannot explain it, but I had to have it. And to heck with the idea of me getting it myself. Screw that.

I had an interesting class last night. We were talking about the development of department stores in the mid-19th century, so I got off on a tangent about capitalism and how advertising is about creating a need in consumers. I mentioned how I always think about this when I see an infomercial and they're telling me I can't possibly survive without a ShamWow!, Snuggie or the latest vegetable chopper that will mostly likely remove one of my thumbs. Yeah, you know what? I've actually survived just fine these past 34 years without any of those, and I've never had a Magic Clasp either. But, I'll tell you something, a lot of my students seem pretty enamored of those Snuggies. Apparently, dorm rooms really are cold and drafty. Who knew?