Confession: I know nothing about pop culture.
Confession: So I Googled it. I actually Googled, “What is pop culture?” (I know, this just gets more pathetic by the moment). And is anybody surprised that I got 85,100,000 hits?
I surfed for a while and found myself overwhelmed and overstimulated – and I still didn’t really know a damn thing about pop culture. I even looked it up in Wikipedia, which gave it such a precise and accurate definition that I got bored and stopped reading after the first paragraph (“Popular culture, sometimes called pop culture, consists of widespread cultural elements in any given society. Such elements are perpetuated through that society’s vernacular language or an established lingua franca …”).
So, in typical Deb Mia style, I got sidetracked. I found a blog by a CNBC.com Entertainment Editor, Gael Fashingbauer Cooper, and watched a lovely video that brought back memories and made me think that I may be more hip than I realize (well, back in the 1970’s, at least). I took a trip down memory lane with this classic (click on the image to watch the commercial):
I had this exact oven. No joke. Light bulb and everything. And I made PERFECT cakes (obviously early field work for GOOD THINGS). And then I outsmarted myself (this happens a lot) and doubled the recipe and couldn’t get the damn cake out – the top half of the cake was lopped off as I tried to wrangle it out of the oven, but the inside was still gooey and it got everywhere.
We eventually had to throw the whole thing away. But that’s okay, because then I got busy with this:
The Barbie Townhouse. As you can see, I was much cooler as a kid. Now I’m like Blackberry what? Bluetooth what? (I know, I know – they’re already old technology). I don’t even have an iPod. And there was talk about something called a WVA? Or Wii? Sheesh, it’s a small miracle I’m even able to write books about the modern woman.
What were your favorite toys when you were a kid?