I hate Hello Kitty.
I know it's wrong to hate, but I'm being real. Okay, "hate" is probably too strong of a term; I don't actually "hate" Hello Kitty, because I believe it takes effort to "hate" (similar to the effort I'm taking to blog? hmmm..). Let's just say that I have a strong distaste for Hello Kitty. There it is.
Amelle's birthday is fast approaching, so I pose the question, "What kind of birthday party do you want". She inevitably replies the two words I dread, "Hello Kitty". So I've been shopping lately with my eye on Hello Kitty items, when I quickly realize that there is a Hello Kitty epidemic going on in this county and nobody seems to know about it because we're all too busy focusing on the war! That precious little kitten (please sense the sarcasm in my fingers as I type those words) is plastered on everything from coffee makers (yes, Amelle has one - she makes ice tea in it though) to electric guitars (I refuse to drop serious money on something with that dreadful cat on it). Hello Kitty is on make-up, phones, basketballs, slippers, shoes, kids clothing, adults clothing, clock radios, bath soap, toasters (yes! - real working toasters), underwear, toys, even cars and here's the kicker - a freakin' airplane!!! What the heck is that little cat doing on a airplane!!!?!?!
Here's my beef - what has Hello Kitty ever done? I mean, does she (it?) even have a show or anything? She's like Paris Hilton, she's got all kinds of PR, but has never done anything noteworthy in her life.
So I begrudgingly embark on planning my daughter's 6th birthday party. Hello Kitty will be there, though she doesn't deserve to be. Quite frankly, I'd rather have a Happy Bunny party, at least Happy Bunny has something witty to say.