Monday, November 22, 2004
Holy Smurfin' USA
Just like bellbottoms and Mohawks, tattoos and dreadlocks, like big bands and slow dancing and homemade brownies, everything comes back. But Smurfs! That's what a young woman at work said.
She was a child of the '80s. She held her head upside down and used gels and sprays to make her front bang stand up on end. And she did that fold and tuck thing on the bottom of her jeans. She wore pastel socks to match her tees. She loved Care Bears, Cabbage Patch Kids... well, you know these things better than I.
Johnny wrote a great song about being a child of the 80's. Maybe he will paste it into his next post -- if we are very, very lucky.
Anyway, when she said the Smurfs will probably make a comeback, well... "Smurf" was a word I hadn't heard in a long while. So like all modern moms, I Googled it. And Holy Smurfin' Smurf of Smurfers. What did I find?
There are pages and pages devoted to proving that Papa Smurf was really Karl Marx and those cute little mushroom villages were really commie towns. And the whole cartoon was a propaganda tool to turn the X-Gen into communists. Ha!
That almost makes sense. I always suspected the whole GI Joe craze was developed to turn the offspring of hippies into soldiers. And lo and behold our first born served in the Gulf War; now our youngest serve in Iraq.
But even worse, the 10th link was a video: "Papa Smurf, Can I Lick Your Butt?"
Shame on you, Generation X. Is this how you all treat your childhood treasures?
And what will you do to Cabbage Patch Kids? One shudders to consider.
Sorry, but this is one of those people who thought Davy Crocket, Circus Boy, Sky King, Superman, Fury, Flicka, RinTinTin, Lassie and Roy & Dale, Annie, Hopalong, and the Lone Ranger were all rolled into one great embodiment of Truth, Justice and the American Way. Good guys who were never wrong, who never lost, and who would never get their butts licked!
Just like bellbottoms and Mohawks, tattoos and dreadlocks, like big bands and slow dancing and homemade brownies, everything comes back. But Smurfs! That's what a young woman at work said.
She was a child of the '80s. She held her head upside down and used gels and sprays to make her front bang stand up on end. And she did that fold and tuck thing on the bottom of her jeans. She wore pastel socks to match her tees. She loved Care Bears, Cabbage Patch Kids... well, you know these things better than I.
Johnny wrote a great song about being a child of the 80's. Maybe he will paste it into his next post -- if we are very, very lucky.
Anyway, when she said the Smurfs will probably make a comeback, well... "Smurf" was a word I hadn't heard in a long while. So like all modern moms, I Googled it. And Holy Smurfin' Smurf of Smurfers. What did I find?
There are pages and pages devoted to proving that Papa Smurf was really Karl Marx and those cute little mushroom villages were really commie towns. And the whole cartoon was a propaganda tool to turn the X-Gen into communists. Ha!
That almost makes sense. I always suspected the whole GI Joe craze was developed to turn the offspring of hippies into soldiers. And lo and behold our first born served in the Gulf War; now our youngest serve in Iraq.
But even worse, the 10th link was a video: "Papa Smurf, Can I Lick Your Butt?"
Shame on you, Generation X. Is this how you all treat your childhood treasures?
And what will you do to Cabbage Patch Kids? One shudders to consider.
Sorry, but this is one of those people who thought Davy Crocket, Circus Boy, Sky King, Superman, Fury, Flicka, RinTinTin, Lassie and Roy & Dale, Annie, Hopalong, and the Lone Ranger were all rolled into one great embodiment of Truth, Justice and the American Way. Good guys who were never wrong, who never lost, and who would never get their butts licked!
