A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW, everyone will have a George Foreman Grill. (It's almost that way now) Indeed, the generic name for "grill" will be "George Foreman," and people will comparison shop George Foremans (As in, "I just love my Britney Spears Jr. Fat-Reducing George Foreman. It's the best George Foreman on the market!"). The fact that George Foreman was a boxer will be a trivia question. In Britain, by then officially an international park serving American and Chinese tourists, locals will develop clever abbreviations to the delight of Futuro-Anglophiles everywhere: "I have to use the W.C., can you watch the G.F.?" And back in the U.S., "George Foreman" will even be made into a verb, replacing "grilling" -- as in, "C'mon over, we'll George Foreman up some steaks, have some beers, and watch the futuristic ninja-sport that is popular in the future."
I hope I live to see that day.
I hope I live to see that day.
