Marketing Makes Slaves of Us All

I’m growing to hate Jill Scott and Nationwide Insurance. I have the cheap version of the streaming services, so I have to get hit with commercials every 10 minutes, and it seems that every time I have to listen to what is the biggest disjointed ad copy of a song written by her corporate slave masters. That song is just a jazzy series of random feel good scenarios that are so far flung and afield I would expect something like it from a homeless panhandler in front of the 7/11 and not a multiple Grammy winner with multiple platinum albums under her belt. How much money is enough Jill? Did you murder someone, and the ad company is forcing you to do schizophrenic jingles? Did they kidnap your kid? Are you on the Whitney Houston crack train? What made you go into the studio and actually make this insane ramble? I have a feeling that it isn’t going to end well with you.