I keep hearing about the new movie coming out, How Do You Know; no, it’s not Whitney Houston’s triumphant return to the silver screen. How I wish it was. And yet every time I hear about the movie I can’t help but start singing the similarly-titled-but-not-quite-of-the-same-name song. It’s pretty much playing on a loop in my head as we speak. But follow my thought process; it got me thinking of the fabulous ’80s and how the toys I grew up playing with were overwhelmingly better than anything kids play with today. Simple, timeless, amazing. Lite Brite, anyone? All I’m saying is where is today’s Teddy Ruxpin?
Today 3-year olds play with Blackberries..ugh where’s the fun in that? Plus, a Blackberry is one expensive My Little Pony. How are you supposed to entertain your child these days without money? It was way easier to be a Poor Mom in the 1980s, you could just throw your kid a stick and let them go to town. How do you feel about your 3-year old attempting to program the next Farmville instead of playing with Legos?
How offensive is too offensive when you’re a Poor Girl? Costumes are expensive and I had a rather important Cowboys and Indians party to attend (sure just the theme is offensive alone but it’s West Hollywood, it’s fine). With a whole $17 in my bank account cowboys and Indians was going to happen on the cheap. So with a childhood Chicago Blackhawks jersey and a left over curtain tie I set out. It was either that, or a Bindi. I was PocaSacaHull, at least that was what People Magazine was calling me. I mean if you at least know it is offensive and wear it as such, it’s totally fine, right? Where would hipsters be without irony? Well they’d really just be homeless people. And, I ask you, where would Republicans be without irony? Just elitist, ignorant, hate-mongers — oh wait, no that’s just true. Anyway, you get my point; wear what you gotta wear to make it happen. Just wear it like you mean it, or in this case like you mean it soo much that you don’t mean it.