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Oct. 22nd, 2007 12:17 pmSo this morning I dreamed that I was in a collectibles n cards type of store rummaging through a bin of old eighties era plastic toys and I found a Sweet Secrets locket. Anybody else remember those? They were big chunky plastic bits of jewelry with a big gaudy acrylic jewel in the front, and if you opened them up you'd reveal a cute little animal (you'd fold out the head, arms and legs and reclose the thing so now it was a big gaudy animal you were wearing. It also contained a thing of lip gloss or eyeshadow or something. I remember I had a purple heart necklace thing that folded out into a cat and had grape lip gloss inside. Anyway, I really have no idea why the spirit of the eighties was haunting my subconscious but there you go.
You know you're getting old when you start getting a weird kind of superiority complex about your childhood and how much better/more wholesome it was than whatever generation is creeping up behind you. I caught myself doing that in the aftermath of this dream... I mean, the eighties was full of scary ass stuff (teddy ruxpin still scares the holy bejeezus out of me), but I think I definitely did prefer the flavor of girl toys available back then. Strawberry Shortcake. Rainbow Brite. She Ra, Princess of Power. I mean, even frikken Barbie was at least heading into space in her spare time (even if her space suit was a shade of pink glitter that NASA certainly didn't approve of). It's a lot less scary than the Polly Pocket Spoiled Whore Airplane (batteries not included. may contain lead) or theProstitots Bratz. I also find myself a little terrified by the fact that I've got thongs less revealing than some of the toddler sized swimwear available.
I don't really know what my point was really, it was a lot clearer as I was rising from the groggy fog of half awake. Something along the lines of how messed up a society is that tries to hypersexualize little girls and at the same time condemns adult women for "putting it out there." Way to mix your messages, there....
You know you're getting old when you start getting a weird kind of superiority complex about your childhood and how much better/more wholesome it was than whatever generation is creeping up behind you. I caught myself doing that in the aftermath of this dream... I mean, the eighties was full of scary ass stuff (teddy ruxpin still scares the holy bejeezus out of me), but I think I definitely did prefer the flavor of girl toys available back then. Strawberry Shortcake. Rainbow Brite. She Ra, Princess of Power. I mean, even frikken Barbie was at least heading into space in her spare time (even if her space suit was a shade of pink glitter that NASA certainly didn't approve of). It's a lot less scary than the Polly Pocket Spoiled Whore Airplane (batteries not included. may contain lead) or the
I don't really know what my point was really, it was a lot clearer as I was rising from the groggy fog of half awake. Something along the lines of how messed up a society is that tries to hypersexualize little girls and at the same time condemns adult women for "putting it out there." Way to mix your messages, there....