Everything these days is a commodity or a tool of barter. Betty Rubble sells hair care products, Darth Vader works at Burger King and sells M&Ms, superheroes sell credit cards, James music is used to hock hotels, Trio is used to sell cars. It shouldn't surprise me this happens, and I should one of these days get over the fact that most of the globe seems to have embraced crass commercialism. It still does shock me, and it still does distress me, and I miss the days when you could depend on the fact that not everything you ever held dear would be turned into a commodities farce.