Mar 21, 2009: Prams

Kids!
I don't know what's wrong with these kids today!
Kids!
Who can understand anything they say?
Kids!
They are so ridiculous and immature!
I don't see why anybody wants 'em!
Just you wait and see
Kids!
Kids! They are just impossible to control!
(Soon you'll be old enough to be)
Kids! With their awful clothes and their rock an' roll!
(Another teenage delinquent)
Why can't they be like you were,
Perfect in every way?
What's the matter with kids to--
Kids!
What the devil's wrong with these kids today?
Kids!
Who could guess the they would turn out that way!
Why can't they be like we were,
Perfect in every way?
What's the matter with kids?
What's the matter with kids?
What's the matter with kids today?

Aye, spoiled rotten they are. The combination of, a growth of the middle class with their disposable income, easy credit, cheap imports, and advertising, have combined to make kids (and their parents) more materialistic.

But spoiling kids isn't a new idea, by a long shot.
Take a gander at these antique prams (carriages), not for children, but for the children's dolls. :smack:





They are each meticulously handcrafted, but of course back then everything was. Some may have been made by craftsmen for their own children but probably most were made for rich men to spoil their children. And they didn't even have a sexy Barbie doll to put in them.

Here's about 40 of them.

I don't even see any rubber baby buggy bumpers.

:lol: good one, Shawnee.


Ah, spoiled little bitches - they've been with us always.

That's one way of looking at it. Another way of looking at it is to consider how much those parents were willing to spend in their quest to raise their daughters properly. By properly I of course mean properly feminine and maternal. The big (i.e expensive to craft) toys were generally heavily gender defining: train sets and bicycles for the boys, dollshouses and prams for the girls.

Rubby baber bummy--wait...
Rumby babber bumger--dammit...
Rubbey barby bangy--aw fukkit...:cry:

Dana - you know very well you don't have to spend a lot of money to raise your daughter properly.

It's spoiled little bitches get those prams.


eta: *sniff* I never got a pram! I had to make do with a wheel-barrow!

I had prams.
And baby dollies.
I remember loving them.

But my two best things EVAH - Monkey (formal name Anne, but she was a stuffed toy in the shape of a monkey after all) who was my best friend and alter-ego. Did I tell you the story about Mum cutting Monkey's head off? I'm sure I did.

And my bro's Fisher Price garage. Something I had wanted for myself for years. Poor old Stevo, he had to put up with my stories as "we" played with it. He isn't an avid reader. I think my stories were so good they spoiled other writers for him.

Ahem.

You should have put those stories to good use. :haha:

my favorite toy was Malibu barbie and her Suntan Friends, with their glasses and their towels the fun never ends!

I liked Skipper and my Malibu Barbie Van. I think there was a Francie doll, too.

Ken was supremely superfluous.

xoxoxoBruce;547810 wrote:

You should have put those stories to good use

Brianna;547813 wrote:

Ken was supremely superfluous.

So you see, it wouldn't have helped...

Except that I love to love.
Damn, what I wouldn't give to be head over heels :(

Well, except wit you Bruce, you heart-breaker...

...and a kidney jouncer, and skin rasher, and...

Brianna;547757 wrote:

spoiled little bitches

Brianna;547776 wrote:

spoiled little bitches

Hmm I'm sensing a pattern here.... I wonder what kind of career choice would let Brianna come in contact with a lot of spoiled little bitches... and visit upon them the retribution they deserve??

It's not always a personal choice causing one to be visited upon by spoiled little bitches, sometimes it's the sins of the father.

Is it just me, or does the last one look like an uncovered hearse?

That's the Transylvanian model.

Yes, there are several that look like mini rickshaws or wheelchairs, too.

Shawnee123;547751 wrote:

I don't even see any rubber baby buggy bumpers.

As I recall they were Robert's, and quite rugged, too.

Once upon a barren moor
There dwelt a bear, also a boar.
The bear could not bear the boar.
The boar thought the bear a bore.
At last the bear could bear no more
Of that boar that bored him on the moor,
And so one morn he bored the boar--
That boar will bore the bear no more.

edit: I found this online, no author given

SteveDallas;547851 wrote:

Hmm I'm sensing a pattern here.... I wonder what kind of career choice would let Brianna come in contact with a lot of spoiled little bitches... and visit upon them the retribution they deserve??

Cat House Madame? Oh, please let it be that!

Or...teacher. Eh, SD? Teacher?

Sundae Girl;547784 wrote:

I had prams.
And baby dollies.
I remember loving them.

But my two best things EVAH - Monkey (formal name Anne, but she was a stuffed toy in the shape of a monkey after all) who was my best friend and alter-ego. Did I tell you the story about Mum cutting Monkey's head off? I'm sure I did.

:eek:

No cup holders/cocktail glass holders....

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