We are made to fear everything by key design and our survival instinct is telling us there is safety in numbers. So we identify ourselves with a group and instinctively try to fit in by purchasing our reality of acceptance.
I once heard someone say: “Thank God for Harley Davidson, because it gives those fat and hairy beer-belly slobs something to be a part of”. She was holding an imitation Louis Vuitton hand bag, her face exudating Botox, and was on her way to the tanning salon.
A very happy new year to all.