I love Hello Kitty. I loved her during that first big wave of popularity, when I was in second grade or so, and I love her now. I wanted to bid on a set of stuffed Kitty and Daniel dolls in wedding outifts to use as a cake topper for our wedding, but Dr.J vetoed that suggestion. He said it would be so cute he’d be forced to vomit on the cake. (He also vetoed putting figurines of Lady and the Tramp or Rudolph and Clarice on there, for the same reasons. He never lets me have any fun.) I don’t actually own any Hello Kitty stuff, but only because I’m too lazy and cheap to go shopping unless I actually need something.
Well, you know, they make those too. Or maybe it’s a Virgin Mary fake vagina. I can never remember. Anyway, I know for sure they make the Baby Jesus Buttplug.
They make those too, you know. Someone either here on SDMB or LJ linked to a site that sold those (and other religious icon sex toys) a while back. I’m not linking to it because that would mean having to look for it, it isn’t work safe, and the link would probably be deleted anyway, although I think I remember a completely G-rated home page.
It was someone else. Honest. I wouldn’t know about it otherwise.
:eek: I think I love you. Yeah, I know, I’m the wrong gender and stuff - I can still dream.
I actually bought the boombox for a good reason. No really, I swear. I needed one for my desk at my old job, and the Badtz Maru version cost the same as the plain version of the same model, and I liked the features of that model, so tada!
You haven’t heard about Weebl and Bob before? Heck, it’s the source of the “When come back, bring pie” quote that was run into the ground here not too long ago. The latest installments are about Weebl and Bob attempting to buy pie at the Swedish mega-store, PIKEA.
kung fu lola I would buy you a Hello Kitty toaster if you would let me be there just to see Kung Fu wifey throw that Kung Fu hissy fit when she sees the toast.
When I was 8 and 9, I loved the itty bitty Hello Kitty pencil sets with the tiny colored pencils and the itty note paper.
When Hello Kitty made a comeback a few years ago, I was the HAPPIEST GIRL ON THE WHOLE PLANET.
You can hate Disney and commercialism and Strawberry Shortcake and think Barbie is the devil. That’s okay. BUT…you’re allowed to give in to the Kitty. I promise.
Kitty says :" Shirley I wuv you very, very much, and I want you to click on this link, so we can be together forever and ever and so you can max out your credit card. Come to me, Shirley Ujest ! Cooooommmeee tooooo meeeee!"
The domo-cube thing on that site has to be the cutest. thing. EVAR!!1!11!!one!!!1
And pshaw to you all with your zombie cat and grouchy penguins, everyone knows Nyago is truly the best critter.
I’m not fond of Hello Kitty, although I must admit I understand the attraction. I do think I could fall for Pucca the Tomboy Ninja, this was the first time I’d ever heard of her, and I not too familar with *Badtz Maru, although I had heard the name before. However, I was in Spencer’s yesterday (don’t ask why a forty some-odd women would be in Spencer’s) and I stumbled upon character called Happy Bunny. It’s kind of an anti-Hello Kitty concept–cute, but rude. Snarky, snide rude. I have no use for such things and no friends that would even understand why I find them so funny, but I really, really wanted to buy the stuff.
Of course, I also wanted a magnet that had a picture of a group of children drawn in the style of the old Dick and Jane reading primers. One girl is standing and her hand is on her skirt, which is raised just a touch. To the other children she says, “Want to see where I got my newest piercing?” I almost died! I may go back and buy it today.
And, in fairness, being the warped person I am, every time ( and I mean every time I think or hear the words Hello Kitty, I hear it in a japanese guys voice saying ** Herro Keety.**
