That way instead of imagining a big Canadian hairy bush we could fantasize about a hairless peach that smells like rose petals.
Instead of imagining every person in the audience in their underwear -- which can be a little weird -- imagine that every seat in the audience is filled with a clone of your favorite person.
Now imagine that instead of watching footage of activism, Justin Timberlake was watching footage of himself in that Woody Allen film.
And imagine that instead of coming from Alaska she came from Alabama, and instead of dropping white aw-shucksisms like "Doggone" and "You betcha" into her conversation, she used the equivalent black vernacular.
Nor could he imagine that instead of ending up in the hands of a member of the British intelligence services, our brief texts go to this blue bird that makes them fly through cyberspace.
Now imagine that instead of surrounding the infected places with in-between places, we instead surround the infected places with the most prosperous places.
"But now, if you can, just imagine that instead of having to suffer the indignity of a Festivus pole blocking something you could've just set up in your own yard anyway... imagine, that instead of that, on a pretty consistent basis, you can't get a fucking cab even though you're a neurosurgeon because you're black".
But imagine that, instead of your brain automatically giving you a dose of adrenaline, speeding up your breathing and calculating all the right movements autonomously, you had to perform each of these functions as separate acts of conscious deliberation.
"If you're still struggling with consent, just imagine that instead of initiating sex, you're making them a cup of tea," the voiceover says.
Imagine that instead of an attack ad.
