tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038715.post112423793985399072..comments2023-09-24T07:47:43.839-04:00Comments on StarSpangledHaggis: I'm Suing McDonaldsEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17587216740731401718noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038715.post-1125359190738683012005-08-29T19:46:00.000-04:002005-08-29T19:46:00.000-04:00Okay, I was TOTALLY against Barbies (and we always...Okay, I was TOTALLY against Barbies (and we always got 2 cars one for each gender, but now boycott McD's altogether). But, Bunny Regina in an early attempt at rebellion coveted them, and nagged for them until finally DAD succumbed and said, "what's the big deal?" being a guy and not getting it at all. So she had Barbies, and this lasted for about 10 months. Then she figured it out for herself. Dad never did, and now he's not "husband" anymore.<BR/><BR/>So ultimately, the Bambina will choose wisely, even if you cave for a bit.kingoftherabbitshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06172725650280482794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038715.post-1124725327090041232005-08-22T11:42:00.000-04:002005-08-22T11:42:00.000-04:00That's the kind of story that makes my blood boil....That's the kind of story that makes my blood boil. Presumption! Forced social agenda! Ugh.<BR/><BR/>I agree with what you say about Barbie, but it may become a force you cannot defend against. Some of my other Mom friends have had to finally yield to the invasion of the blonde hordes, since Ms. B is so ubiquitous. Anyway, she's odious, but Bambina might turn out all right even if she does occasionally ply the stiff-armed, glazed-eye plastic princess. I played with them, I'll admit, and yet at the same time I was integrating a Little League team - it didn't hurt my long-term progressive cred too much.Integrated Systemshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12326071120855371015noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038715.post-1124255807808259572005-08-17T01:16:00.000-04:002005-08-17T01:16:00.000-04:00I love those little chicken McNuggets. They're oft...I love those little chicken McNuggets. They're often clones, but nothing beats the deep-fried taste of artery-clogging death that coats that "all white meat" chicken.<BR/><BR/>I love them, perhaps too much. But I show restraint. I only have them maybe once every three months.<BR/><BR/>As for Barbie, the trans-generational blight upon young ladies, I'm afraid there is no cure, but there is treatment. Don't buy them, and don't tolerate their prescence in your house.Geoffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02122182645880132705noreply@blogger.com