via GOOD magazine via beth hoeckel
Laneia's Team Pick:
It's not even that I smoke pot, really. I think I just have an affinity for stoner culture -- that rare level of honesty, curiosity and self-awareness that smokers bring to the table. So Tess Lynch's column, High Minded, is especially lovely.
I felt really conflicted, as a former D.A.R.E. ad sponge, about pressing publish on a post that contained the phrase “I smoke pot.”
[...]But I also know from experience that being a stoner doesn’t mean smoking pot all day every day, forgetting which side your gas tank nozzle is on and spilling bong water onto a pleather sofa in an already-dank basement. Being a stoner is simply the experimental acceptance of one idea: There’s nothing wrong with being stoned.
In The Perfect TV Commercials For Stoners, Tess points out some products whose advertising hasn't tapped into the rapt stoner market and pitches some ad ideas of her own. I feel like I could play this game all day.
Soup. This one takes place in a bomb shelter. We have a young family, shivering and miserable but with good hair, nearing the end of their rations. A baby is coughing on the dusty floor. Someone cries, “I don’t think we’ll live! Everything has expired, and now so will we!” Someone else digs up a dusty can of soup, and we watch each family member slowly sip his allotted tablespoon. As we fade out, a drop of soup falls to the floor. Everyone bursts into tears.
I don't know, this just seemed like a thing you'd like.
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