Somebody should make a movie around this message of jaded adults refinding their humanity in an absurd, hyperconsumerist world through the rejection of cynicism and embracing of liking things again, but cleverly disguise it as a movie made to sell plastic dolls to little girls to play on the concept of hyperconsumerism.

I think this hypothetical movie will be a smashing success in the box office. And probably win the lead actress an Oscar this year.

But what about the shriveled flower of joy I get from shitting on their happiness