Hey Mom, can I finally buy a smoke?

Does anybody remember those annoying anti-smoking posters plastered in every single classroom of our K-12 education?
You know, the ones where a grotesque inside-out woman (who looks worse than anyone your parents tried to set you up with) eyeballs you with a woe-is-me repentance, leaving you to fathom whether you still have a soul after having taken a drag of a menthol at a New Year’s Eve party?