truthiness

I saw the classic Who Framed Roger Rabbit in theaters with my parents when I was about 5-6, and, thanks to a lack of proper movie headers and warnings, nobody was prepared for Christopher Lloyd to dip the cartoon shoe in the vat of acid where it dissolved, and I freaked out and cried.

I assume my parents tried to tell me it wasn't real but it didn't penetrate, so what I remember is that they then told me that the little shoe wasn't really hurt, it was just pretending, because it was an actor.

There's something great about levels of unreality there that you could probably get some real post-modernist mileage out of. 👌