We have been recording Christmas movies on the PVR, so last night we put on “Home Alone” for the kids to watch. My husband and I were in the kitchen getting supper ready when all of a sudden we heard the kids start yelling in confusion. The movie was on a commercial break, and it turns out our kids have never sat through a movie with commercials before. Poor, sweet, innocent, slightly deprived dears.
I grew up on commercials. They were a rite of passage of sorts. Commercials taught me patience. They were how I made my Christmas and birthday lists, and they ultimately taught me the importance of efficient time management. Commercials very likely shaped me into the person I am today. I can now pee at predetermined intervals, run through the entire house at lightning speed, and fix a snack in the blink of an eye. I can do all of that during one commercial break. And if that’s not the kind of skill worth listing on a resume, I don’t know what is.