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One of the rituals of growing up in the 50's and 60's was learning how advertisers lied to you.

From the huge-looking self-propelled submarine toy ad in the back of the comic book that was smaller than your finger in reality, to forcing Mom to buy that special breakfast cereal for the great toy only to find out the toy was crap and the cereal tasted like sweetened cardboard mixed with henhouse droppings, to rub it in good old Mom make you eat every last stinkin' piece of it, it's all B.S.

Good training for life don't you think?