
Personally I think of milk as white poison but this overdose of hype does get my goat. The changing trend of milk fashion is almost as trend-setting as rising hemlines. In the 8217;70s it was tin milk, the 8217;80s breast milk was in for babies, but milk was out for any self-respecting diet-conscious femme fatale. Depending on the ad man8217;s fantasy and the colour of the green bucks the milk industry was willing to spend, milk has had a meteoric fashion rise and a sharp decline. Now that milk is in8217;, milk moustaches are fashion statements made by the likes of Madonna, Naomi, Magic Johnson et al.
America is the land where to dream is making a capital realisation of it. If I were a rich man8217; is the most dreamt of line. And voila! You achieve it! Even I bought a ticket for the 85 million, my dream turned sour but some workers from the back of beyond have realised their dream. God forbid that if you don8217;t dream or want to be rich, the shrinks will go out of business. You8217;ll probably still get rich byenjoying the 15 minutes of fame8217; psyche. You can grab a headline one way or the other and a willing media play up every innocuous happening.
Tongue-in-cheek, I add that I8217;m a near convert to this big, bigger, best philosophy. I have had a lot of fun this trip and will gladly share some of the more savvy soirees I attended in some future column. If life is a learning experience then I was on a learning roll that overshot the earning curve leaving me breathless. Here8217;s to this land of plenty, have a nice day!