Girls LOVE pink!
Obviously marketers know EVERYTHING about what kids and their parents like. Lets discuss the latest insanity from Hasbro. I learned about it from this post at Bitch Ph.D.
What makes them think that a pink ouija board is more interesting and suitable than the original brown-ish ouija board? Is it that only GIRLS want to know the future and talk to the “other side” not boys? Boys want blue things, sports equipment, guns, superheroes and firetrucks. Maybe they think only girls are gullible enough to believe that the ouija board is real and not your friend pushing the pointer around. Boys are obviously the smarter sex and would never fall for such foolishness.
The whole reason you wanted to play with one in the first place is because Dad felt they were evil and a link to the devil. A pink one “With 72 fun questions included” and the Toys R Us logo on the box isn’t all that evil looking. Or is that the point? Take away the scary evil, make it “parent approved” and perhaps Mom and/or Dad will buy it for their daughters. There are a lot of people out there who feel a ouija board is a link to the afterlife and a way to open the door to the “other side”. Could making it all pink and My Pretty Pony take the stigma away? My Dad was angry that my friend brought her ouija board to our house. My Mom just sighed and rolled her eyes. I wondered how anything that said Milton Bradley on it could be so terrible. Seriously, could the makers of Scrabble and Hungry Hungry Hippos create a portal to the underworld? If it is pink and you’re told by a card to ask it if Billy will text you tomorrow does that make it less scary? Will it keep the girls from asking the name of the spirit they’re talking too and then stop the door to the underworld from opening?
The whole point of having a ouija board is for the scary, mysteriousness it provides. You save it for your slumber party and pull it out after the horror movie but before you start light as a feather/stiff as a board. When the board is pink and flowery, it’s not spooky!
And I know there are those out there who feel no matter what color it is, it’s not a game and no one age 8+ should be playing with it (yeah the box says ages 8+). I don’t think the board alone is dangerous. It’s the people using it and their intent. Just like a hammer alone isn’t dangerous, it’s the person wielding the hammer and the intent that makes it a danger to others. Read the comments at Bitch Ph.D. many of them have used a ouija board with no ill effects, I’ve used a ouija board with no ill effects. If you pick up a ouija board intending to open a door, you will. Just like if you pick up a hammer intending to crush in someone’s skull, you will. But if you’re a group of 10 year old girls, wanting to have fun and freak each other out at a sleep over, that’s all that will happen. Although freaking out would be easier with the original board rather than the pink one.
Pink!
Well, hello there!
Where have you been?
I’ve been neglectful of my blog since Mabel’s trip to the vet. There just hasn’t been much of anything to say lately. It’s a whole lot of “SSDD” (Same Shit Different Day). Last week was a big fat do nothing week. I holed up in my apartment for a couple of days not leaving or going anywhere. This time of year, when the weather is changing, is a little odd for me. It could be beautiful, warm and sunny outside but it is dark, gloomy and FREEZING in my apartment. I open the window and an icy cold breeze blows on me turning my fingers and toes to icicles. I know the temperature outside is claiming to be 70 degrees, but inside it’s closer to 59. So when I do go out I’m not dressed properly. I end up wearing heavy sweatshirts or jackets and then I’m all hot and sweaty. The sun just doesn’t hit my apartment properly to help warm it up in here. This is when baking would be a good idea. I need to pick up some baking supplies and maybe even a few frozen pizzas. Because in a month or so it’ll be so hot and humid I’ll be wishing I had this cool breeze blowing in to chill me to the bone.
So really, yeah, I don’t have much else to say than I’m here, I’m cold and I may just go sit on the couch with every blanket I own covering me as I wait for the laundry to finish.
