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| IT ALL BEGAN one night, long long ago...I was born on labor day in a small hospital in the town where I sill live. All the doctors and nurses had to get called in from their day off for me to be born. I even began life as a pain in the butt. And not only did they have to come in to deliver me, but they had to save me too, as I was doing gymnastics and somehow wound the umbilical cord around my neck. I led a pretty normal child hood. I grew up watching shows like, My Little Pony, I also had like every one of the toys. But now that I look back I see some interesting underlying themes... and it makes me wonder: |
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| Go ahead and click... you'll see what I mean. Now personally, I've never seen one of "those" movies. But I've heard enough by the age of 17 to know what I'm talking about. Let's see, another one of my favorite shows as a wee lass... Rainbow Brite. Here is a picture for you in case you've been living under a rock. |
| And what is that picture next to her you ask? It's all about gay pride. Hmm... Do you notice any similarites? The smurfs too, I watched them faithfully. But what's up with them? They all live in a town, with ONE girl. Who is |
| actually very manly herself. She has no breasts and really nothing else that would distinguish her as a woman, except for her hair. So you wonder... what |
| did those man smurfs do before the little girl was created? More underlying tones. Plus theres the smilarities between papa smurf and the communist government. See papa smurf is the only one of them who is allowed to wear a color other than white and that happens to be red (also associated with communism), everyone under him wears the exact same white outfit and they all run around doing Papa Smurf's bidding. And lastly I'd like to point out Scooby Doo. Those kids couldn't have been doing anything but drugs. A wonderful show for |
| the youth of America to be watching. I mean look at it, the whole little gang of all the people drive around in a big funky colored van all the time. They are always seeing ghosts and they hold conversations with a dog who talks back. Now tell me there's nothing wrong with this picture? However it didn't influence me all that much, I still played hostage with my barbie dolls, ambushed the Schwann's man, beat up all the boys, pretended to be a cat and ate snow covered honey. Then however I moved on in life, I had finally hit middle school. I started reading those magazines that I had never been much interested in looking at before. Like 17, then and still now they are trying to tell us lies. Like that women should look like this girl. |
| When it comes to this, I would have to quote Sir Mix-a-lot "Silicone parts were made for toys." He was a smart guy, that Sir Mix-a-lot. Cause see all she is a bunch of crayola, airbrush, maniulation... basically this: |
| I suppose if you like that sort of thing, more power to you. I was the star of my 8th grade musical, since then it's obvious I'm destined for stardom. These are all factors that I suppose have subconsiously affected the way I am today. Another one might be the song my mom used to sing to me as a lulliby... "Lizzie Bordon took an axe, gave her mother 40 whacks, thought that it was so much fun, gave her father 41..." Also there are a few specimen of the male gender which have greatly influenced my opinions on society and how I treat other people. Throughout my schooling I've always been exposed to this also: "school lunch" notice they never really call it food. It is a thing all it's own, there will never be another opportunity to eat such things. I'm pretty sure |
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| that this may also have played a role in my mental capacity, as science yet has not discovered what eating "school lunch" does to human development. I've dyed my hair a few times. I think the dyes have actually mutated my brain also. Take this color, it couldn't have done anything good to my mind... Oh to have long hair again. If that isn't like The Little Mermaid on heroin I |
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