Can’t sleep. Too much caffeine. I will never learn. Or maybe I will, to the pleasant surprise of me. Isn’t it amazing, that day when you can finally stop ripping wiper blades off of people’s cars?
No? Haven’t gotten there yet? Well, back to self-abuse with nasal spray.
Is this for real? I don’t usually call this stuff out, because 1. I don’t usually care and 2. glass houses and all, but this caught my attention. The goofy syntax/grammar, the stagy outrage and maudlinity. I guess I have my radar up to fake and parody blogs since there was that spate of parody blogs last winter.
Okay, you twisted my arm. I’ll summarize. A woman decides that she will not buy her daughter an American Girl doll, but will instead buy a doll from Target that is $30, which is let’s say, 76/48ths of the cost. That was fun saying that, wasn’t it? Did you remember to carry the three???
Anyway, she then takes the Target dolly into the American Girl Place Styling Salon (yes, there is a salon for dolly hair) and expects to have the dolly styled, and is outraged when it refused service. No generics allowed!
Do people really take their store brand dollies into the American Girl Store and try to get their hair styled? Because there’s quicker ways to make your kid cry, and it’s called “serving them ice cream and then knocking the bowl out of their hands into the dirt.” And you can do that at home, no witnesses.
Anyway, when I’m not bogged down in auctionmatown, I am reading this. It’s all about El Buddha. I am only on book two, where he gets all surly youth stylee and freaks out some Brahmans. Which led me to my dumb question of the day. Supposedly the Buddha thought that all people were equal, because everyone suffered and died in the end. It made we wonder how the caste system held on so strongly in India, home of the Whopper. Buddha.
And all of this is making me think, when parents get themselves all horked up into a big bunch about brands, and labels, and status, and how they want to teach their kids to be above all that, I say, “why?” My kids may still just be budding capitalists, but they don’t care about how much things cost. If they like it, they will play with it or wear it. If they don’t, they won’t. It makes me think that, gee, maybe parents are the ones who are so concerned about status.
And you know what? Sometimes you do get what you pay for. For every corny homily I hear that ends, “And Roo-Roo Bear only had one eye and we found him on the side of the road but he was the bestest bear that ever beared,” I see the evidence around me, and it’s telling me it’s worth it to pay more for quality things sometimes.
Oh, and that Target dolly’s just fugly (left). Poor kid. It looks like the distant cousin of an American Girl doll who got forgotten about in the oven for a while. Sorry. Pwned.
In Other News
Tonight I got my hair did. I did my roots and covered my pink hair up with Devilish, because lo, summer approacheth, and summer means red. The senorita perpetrated Baby’s First Blowout, and I have to say I’m currently a fetching cross between Lorelei Gilmore and The Little Mermaid. I didn’t know my hair could be straight. But you could fill books with what I don’t know.
West Side of I-5 REPRAZENT!
“Bonus”: Strudel Birthday
The ritual handling of the pineapple by the birthday child minutes before it is messily disemboweled.
Beater WARZ
Daniel and Franiel. Daniel models Franiel’s St. Pat’s hat, boughten with her own xmas moneys.
“TOOOOOOOOO!” Strudel says.
