We live in unprecedented times. If you’re married, you’re a minority. For the first time, there are more single than married people. Apparently, the entire country of Sweden has decided not to bother with marriage. The question of our culture has suddenly become: why get married? I recently married, and my friends ask, “So, how is it being married?” Or, of course, I get the unsolicited comment, “I’m never getting married.” If they do delve a little deeper they might say something like, “I don’t want to give away half my stuff.” Do childhood experiences shape our views on marriage? Read more on Your Tango…
As far as I’m concerned, the ’80s toy Teddy Ruxpin was already a bit of a creepster. A strange combo man/bear with perpetually outstretched arms, Ruxpin was at turns needy and difficult, with the vocal intonations of a serial killer.
Apparently I’m not the only one who thinks so. Portland, Oregon, artist Sean Hathaway hacked into the Teddy Ruxpin computer system and created deviously modified bears. Hathaway replaced the Ruxpin vocal box with an array of creepy alternatives, all having mental breakdowns. The effect is chilling and confirms our deepest fears about Ruxpin. He’s a maniac.
Above, check out 10 more toys that we find totally creepy, bizarre and kid-inappropriate. And check out Hathaways T,E.D. project after the jump!
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I wasn’t really into Monopoly as a kid. There were just too many friggin’ rules (like, why can’t you just grab the money when it’s right there?), and if I couldn’t have the Scottie, then I was not down to play. How cruel of the game’s creators to only offer one single desirable token, pretty much guaranteeing that this was not a game you could play with your siblings lest there be blood spilt over who had to be the thimble or the wheelbarrow. Maybe that’s just how they got rid of people back then. Population control and all.
In January, Hasbro finally heeded this obvious oversight and launched the “Save Your Token” Facebook campaign, which is exactly what it sounds like: a brutal fight to the death where only 7 of the 8 classic tokens would survive. And who got the boot but that boring-ass iron! Clearly that token was made for the ladiez way back when, and we no longer have any use for it. (Did we ever?) Because of, you know, feminism and stuff. Not only did they replace the most sexist Monopoly token of all, but they replaced it with the best thing possible: a cat. It’s a pretty handsome one, too! So step aside, Scottie, I know which token I’m staking my claims on next time I play Monopoly. Which, in all honesty, could be never. [BuzzFeed]
This is Dan Toombs, but you might know him as The Curry Guy, because every single night for the past year, he’s made his family dinner using curry. Chicken korma, tandoori masala, and less traditional recipes like currywurst and curry-spiced turkey Christmas turkey, you name it–if it involves curry, he’s probably cooked it. As soon as I heard about this story, it brought me back to my own childhood, and the questionable dinners (butter sandwiches, anyone?) my dad used to make over and over again. I thought it might be interesting to poll the other Frisky staffers about their parents’ cooking habits, and if there were any particular meals they really hated growing up. Check out our stories after the jump, and please share your own in the comments! Keep reading »
I grew up in the ‘80s on a tree-lined neighborhood that skirted the edge of New Haven, Connecticut. Nobody really traveled down my short street unless they lived there or were visiting, and my family was friendly with all of our neighbors. With a backyard that was mostly brambling bushes and trees, I spent the majority of my childhood playing right out in front of my house, alternating between frolicking in the garden (much to my mother’s chagrin) or biking up and down the sidewalks with friends. A good portion of that outside time was spent with friends, by myself, or with my younger brother in tow, but mostly unsupervised by adults. Sure, my mom stuck her head out every now and again, and a neighbor was never far off. But the majority of my outside play was independent and unstructured. Keep reading »
Growing up in the ’90s, I was crazy about Lisa Frank. Stickers, notebooks, folders, pencils — I had all of the school accessories, and though I was impossibly chagrined at the time, these days I am so thankful my mother never let me delve into the realm of her clothing and stuffed animals. That would have been a deep, dark, psychologically threatening hole to wander down. When I see her drawings today, the eye-searing colors and bastardized animals scream weird Tim & Eric acid fever dream instead of recess popularity and sticker trades. Further reinforcing that idea is this actual photograph of Lisa Frank, which makes it very apparent that she both A) really does love pink and purple and B) has a serious case of crazy eyes (Quaaludes?). Now I would like to firmly file this photo, along with all other things Lisa Frank-related, into the secret back compartment of my brain responsible for suppressing disturbing childhood and adolescent memories (you get back in there, KaBlam!), thanks. [photo via Racked]