A couple of weeks ago my sister and I went to the local biannual kid’s clothes consignment sale. I bought a bunch of clothes for a baby I haven’t met or seen yet – so I don’t know how big she’ll be or get. That’s kind of weird, which means buying a lot of clothes of varying sizes and hoping for the best.
This consignment sale is a monster – racks and racks of clothes. You kind of go nutty after a while. Late in the afternoon, I found this monstrosity:
The babyfication of popular animation characters perhaps hit it’s stride with Muppet Babies and then through the nineties everyone became a baby for baby and young child-related merchandise. For instance, Elmo, who’s already supposed be like three years old anyway, is mysteriously babyfied further for baby clothes and toys. Why? I DON’T KNOW. The only logical conclusion of this trend is little sperms with popular character faces.
But, seriously, Betty Boop? Really? Just a little reminder from Wikipedia about this cartoon character developed in the 1930’s:
“Betty Boop is regarded as one of the first and most famous sex symbols on the animated screen; she is a symbol of the Depression era, and a reminder of the more carefree days of Jazz Age flappers. Her popularity was drawn largely from adult audiences, and the cartoons, while seemingly surreal, contained many sexual and psychological elements…”
Kids LOVE 1930s sex symbol black and white cartoon characters! Especially ones with either their lips on their chin or their chin completely missing. Informal poll: which do you think it is?
How does she open her mouth? I don’t see a jaw and there’s no room for bottom teeth.
So, I find this thing, it’s marketed under the name “Baby Boop.” I have the following conversation with my sister:
Me: Look at this, it’s horrible. Should I buy it? It’s three dollars.
Sister: Uh, well, it has a matching bib?
She meant this as the best reason she could come up with to justify my suggesting I buy this thing because I thought it was so awful.
I ended up buying it, thinking at the very least I’ll blog about it. I showed it to Tom:
Me: Look at this, isn’t it horrible?
Tom: Why did you buy that?
Me: It’s terrible, it’s baby Betty Boop.
Tom: We’re not putting that on our child.
Me: I thought I would blog about it.
Tom: You could have just taken a picture of it.
Me: At least it’s off the streets now.
So, for the past few weeks the outfit has been hanging off or our fireplace screen, on display like some two headed pig in a jar at an oddity museum. Tom’s been throwing things like “I want that out of our house” into the ether, hoping it will come true.
Now I’m blogging about it. So there.
While at the consignment sale, I actually also saw a onesie that Baby Boop herself would probably wear, but this one I just took a picture of because I couldn’t even bring myself to have this in the house:
I guess nobody had bought it yet because all their babies were taken.