Oh yeah? My mother* bought me a Hello Kitty toaster for Christmas*. She said she did it just to see the look on my face. It’s in my kitchen. On the counter. In all its hideous glory. My toast has vaguely cat-shaped heads on it. It is the beginning of my demise.
sigh On the Hello Kitty site, click “Hello Kitty” at the left… one of the first links is a HK Squier Fender Stratocaster guitar. I don’t know if it’s tacky, but it’s definitely sad.
Now, there is intentionally tacky and there is the innocently tacky, such as what Eve started this thread with.
I propose that this is of the latter group:
Thank you carnivorousplant! I saw that in an art book on American kitsch 30 years ago and have never ever forgotten it.
Hello Kittie toaster? Ha! You want the Hello Kittie massager! That and the Poop Hat are available at the JList. The Poop Hat frightens me, I don’t wanna know what they used for inspiration… http://www.jlist.com/SEARCH/poop_hat/1/
Ok, ok, I really want to buy one but don’t know who to give it to…
The scary thing is that the people I know who spend the most money on the kountry kitschy kollectible krap are those who can least afford it: working-class women of a rural Confederate cultural and socioeconomic orientation.
I’m in trouble. Only the fact that they cost $75 is saving me from having to decide between Kateri Tekakwita & St Joan.
That’s more than an Angel Smile Time puppet!
Too bad I can’t find an image of a velvet painting of the Virgin Mary cradling the baby Elvis, or Elvis rising off on a howling wolf.
How come Elvis has a halo in that picture and Big J doesn’t?
I like how Elvis has a halo but Jesus doesn’t.
Ya’ll sure that ain’t Bob Dylan? Another Jewish fella and all.
Yes! I said exactly the same thing when I saw that commercial. It’s almost unbelievably icky.
At one point I saw an ad for a tacky painting of The Last Supper, with a digital clock incorporated in it. On the hour it would recite a Bible verse.
More to the point, why is Jesus dressed like Don Johnson during Miami Vice’s heyday?
Full of Grace!
I mean, REALLY, do the pants have to be down around the ankles like that? And couldn’t it be a woman if they did so you could pretend she might be there for pee pee only? My land in heaven!
I so want a Mother Teresa pinata! Everytime I whack her with the nail-studded baseball bat, I can remind her that pain is just “Jesus kissing her!”
Wonder what she’s stuffed with? Probably really crappy candy, like these.
Say what?
Mother Teresa is reported to have withheld painkillers from the dying in her care and telling them that the pain was “Jesus kissing them”.
Thanks, jayjay. Does anyone have a link to that? One would hope it was some error in “offering pain up to G-d”, a pretty strange concept in itself IMHO.
Every link I found on Google had a definite and undisguised axe to grind, which is why I phrased the post the way I did and offered no cite. I’m not sure of the amount of accuracy I should place on the reports myself.