When my mother died,I was 10 and child bereavement wasn’t spoken about. If it had been, then perhaps my feelings would own felt less shamefulI didn’t see the McDonald’s advert when it came out final week, or but the subsequent fable that hit the press yesterday with a wallop – much like a soggy Big Mac being dropped by a drunk on a urine-spattered pavement – certainly caught my eye. Apparently,the expeditiously-food firm had made a fantastically offensive advert that cynically exploited child bereavement. My imagination running wild, I tuned in, and expecting horrific scenes of distraught orphans being forced to,oh I don’t know, eat McDonald’s at gunpoint?Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com