There was a time where the human race knew little about what they were doing to their own bodies. Yes. This time was a glorious era of oblivious discourse. Overtime, we started caring much more about consuming those goods from that man or woman in the shoppe. We soon discovered that those goods were practically poisoning us. Enter the era of Aspartame. And yet, we have a cultural circle that go to these shoppes and buys packs of cancer sticks. Yes. Essentially, we just gave up. We weren’t always like this. No. This all did change, and rather quickly.
A mighty history involves the cultivation, plantation, and transformation of tobacco; a strange road of developing and designing differing ways to make use of what is qualitatively known as a drug. A drug. Not in the league of heroin or cocaine. If anything, I later will explain why nicotine, in many ways, is more hazardous. But, of course. Overtime, tobacco use does cause cancer and other many health issues. So does smack. But the thing that stands out is its lineage. The tale of tobacco crosses so many lines in history, sociology, business, and flat out hedonistic behavior. A substance of the British Elite later became a household item. Sure, the Native Americans (not Indians) smoked their peace pipes. It wasn’t in their nature to place the most addictive drug into the very folds of modern society. I blame the white man for that.
Speaking of identities, we can easily see that each differing form of smoking tobacco has its own wardrobe. Each form of smoking tobacco has their personalities. The Sherlocks smoke their pipes. The Sopranos smoke their cigars. I’m particularly interested in the linguistically feminine version of cigars: the cigar-ette. Its French. They simply mean, “mini cigar.” No matter, because this mini-chimney has changed society in more ways than the peace movement (unfortunately). It’s presence has created something that can only be considered as culturally irreversible. The trends in relation to cigarettes, the brands, the class of people and the brands they buy, the anti-smoking education; moreover, each country has their own view on smoking, let alone each state. New Jersey moved their legal purchasing age from 18 to 19. No matter how ineffective, cigarettes, along with all tobacco products, have changed the world; and it’s here to stay (unfortunately).
Now: onto the culture. There are many different ways to refer to this things called cigarettes; and, I don’t mean language difference. There are a variety of slang terms for the damn thing. I myself, a smoker in some regard, have experienced the confusion with quick resolve when asking for a cigarette. Bogey, for example, does mean cigarette; but I had only heard this term used by fighter pilots. Butt. Fag. Cig. Bone. Smoke. It’s all the rage. Surely, the wealthy colonialists elegantly propositioned their chap with a exaggerated sense of self-indulgence. The mere fact that there are various terms for a single idea suggests it’s permeated status. It is ubiquitous. On that bombshell, societal developments such as this are rather important.
The 20th century saw a grand shift of tobacco in the everyday. It was uncommon for smokers to inhale their cigarette. Lucky Strike campaigned their customers asking just this.