I can't find where I read that earlier this year, but was reminded of it while reading this piece
about getting addicted to vaping:
Deciding to take up Juuling and then invariably becoming chemically addicted to it was an ironic bit that went on for too long and was now having real-life effects. I was constantly crabby if I didn’t have my Juul in my hand; my throat was irritated. It reminded me of when Max and I brought a group of our friends to the now-defunct Senor Frogs in Times Square for Valentines Day 2016 — an objectively hilarious concept — and then somehow spent a collective $1100, at which point a funny, ironic bit became markedly less funny.