I remember a big party and a movie in a theater filled with nicely dressed grown-ups. And I remember getting huge boxes of swag at Christmas-time, courtesy of my father’s career.
My dad was a PR executive at a large corporation, so we kids sometimes benefited from the perks that came with his job, including a memorable visit to the cockpit of the company plane as its female pilot steered us toward the New York City skyline (back when that wasn’t a scary thing). For a year after that, I wanted to be a pilot.
When I grew up, I figured that when I left Corporate America to freelance, such perks would go away with the job. But that was before the Age of the Mom Blogger,when corporations started to woo moms who blog in ways previously reserved only for celebrities and magazine editors.
As a result, I’ve been able to share some of the perks of the job with my own kids, including a free Guitar Hero and an afternoon playing with all the latest video games by Electronic Arts.
Yesterday, though, my kids got to meet a celebrity, someone that makes grown Baby Boomers and Generation Xers break into song merely at the thought of him:
Glad to share the perks with my kids. Also, that the Kool-Aid guy finally bought a pair of pants for himself.