Tang. Remember Tang? Man, you are SO old!
Having not yet completed my second cup of coffee, I cannot articulate any profound observations about Tang forty years later.
But you can see a great deal of cultural change between that time and this, just from the product and the ad.
Tang America was exploring space; commercials joked about whether there was intelligent life on earth; and people were actually drinking orange-colored sugar and giving it to their kids.
In Post-Tang America, we're on the verge on having to bum rides into space from the Russians, and politicians want to ban chocolate milk from school -- notwithstanding the potential impact on bovine unemployment rates -- because children are too fat.
We were optimistic, upbeat, adventurous, innovative and drinking some really nasty stuff. I wonder if we can regain that positive mental attitude as a nation. I think we can.
Enough with the deep thoughts. My second cup of Joe beckons.
Plus, it turns out this isn't an "ode" to Tang at all. I looked up "ode:"
If you remember Tang, you remember Americans landing on the moon, which brings us to the gratuitous Tang and moon video:
But you can see a great deal of cultural change between that time and this, just from the product and the ad.
Tang America was exploring space; commercials joked about whether there was intelligent life on earth; and people were actually drinking orange-colored sugar and giving it to their kids.
In Post-Tang America, we're on the verge on having to bum rides into space from the Russians, and politicians want to ban chocolate milk from school -- notwithstanding the potential impact on bovine unemployment rates -- because children are too fat.
We were optimistic, upbeat, adventurous, innovative and drinking some really nasty stuff. I wonder if we can regain that positive mental attitude as a nation. I think we can.
Enough with the deep thoughts. My second cup of Joe beckons.
Plus, it turns out this isn't an "ode" to Tang at all. I looked up "ode:"
ode |ōd|nouna lyric poem in the form of an address to a particular subject, often elevated in style or manner and written in varied or irregular meter.• historical a poem meant to be sung.You can't sing this, and you can't dance to it. Now get to work. It's Friday, not Saturday.
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