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Catty, or not

Unless you have been avoiding social media, you have no doubt heard the shocking revelation from Sanrio that Hello Kitty is, in fact not a kitty:

“Hello Kitty is not a cat. She’s a cartoon character. She is a little girl. She is a friend. But she is not a cat. She’s never depicted on all fours. She walks and sits like a two-legged creature. She does have a pet cat of her own, however, and it’s called Charmmy Kitty.”

hello kittyNow, I could point out the obvious flaws in their argument — six of them to be precise — those very un-little-girl-like whiskers that stick out of Hello Kitty’s face.

How many little girl characters sport whiskers?  If they have a hormonal imbalance, maybe…but that’s not the stuff of your typical cutesy cartoon world.

But instead, let’s focus on the bigger question —

WHY?

Why pick now to drop this bomb?  It has been 40 years since this very pink, very catty property was introduced — why pick now to draw this line in the litter box?

If this distinction mattered that much to Sanrio and to its legion of crazy cat lasses and ladies, they should have made it abundantly clear four decades ago.

Meow.

 

 

Grrrowll!

Look ESPN — the UK ‘kitty kats’ are in the big dance!

Show ’em what ya got!

Movie mashup

I saw a movie double feature this afternoon — Inside Llewyn Davis, directed by the Coen Brothers, and Her, directed by Spike Jonez.  But I needn’t have bothered.

They are the same film.

Both are about men who had recently lost a partner and were struggling to reconnect. When they do, they choose individuals — and I use that word consciously — that their friends and family don’t readily understand.

Each movie follows their journey.

inside llewyn davis

I would argue that Davis is the more successful of the two. Set in the 1960’s, it is stripped down and soulful, the soundtrack doing much of the storytelling and Oscar Isaac’s deep-set eyes doing the rest.  I read the cats were divas on set, but I found them very affecting. 

I loved this film.

her movie

Her is set in an unnamed future, told amid high rises and high tech. Compared to the very internal Davis, this movie’s heart is on its sleeve. Joaquin Phoenix’s character writes emotional, personal letters for other people for a living, yet can’t sustain a relationship…until he gets his new OS.

I do love Scarlett Johansson’s voice acting, but the movie itself is at least thirty minutes too long.

If you’re not one to spend five hours in the theatre, I suggest Inside Llewyn Davis for its beautiful story, amazing performances and soundtrack that stays with you long after you leave the theatre.

Friend of Hank

Has the endless string of GOP debates and cable commentary soured you on politics?

Perhaps this cat will change your mind.

Hank is an independent candidate for the U.S. Senate in Virginia.

And yes, he’s a cat.  A nine-year old Maine coon.

This write-in candidate can’t write. Or speak. But thanks to his campaign manager Matthew O’Leary, Hank has a platform.  And a Facebook page.  And a Twitter page and bumper stickers and yard signs.  He even gives interviews to the media.

But he never wears pants. Yep, just your typical politician.

What’s not typical is who is benefiting from his cat-paign (sorry).  All monies raised for his election are going to the Humane Society of Fairfax County.

I wish I lived in Virginia — just this once — so I could vote for Hank.

Rory Dog, however, is not impressed.

Meow

Pet owners.  We love our animals.

And companies know they can sell us just about anything.

Huffpost.com recently put together a collection of some of the stupidest pet products on the market.  I can’t disagree with the editors on most of ’em.  They are ridiculous.

BUT…

I have to stand up for one of them…mainly because the product in question is less ridiculous for pets than it is for its original human intent.

Kitty Croc Bed

The croc shoe has been super-sized and turned into a bed for cats.  HuffPost argues it is far stupider looking in this iteration.

I disagree.

Croc shoes are ugly.  They may be the most comfortable shoe on the planet — but there’s not a foot in the world that doesn’t look stupid in them.

Sorry, Mario.

I think making the croc huge and putting a kitten inside is the best thing that ever happened to the shoe.  Dare I say…

Purrrfect?

Save the date

The last day of 2011. Blogs are filled with the year in review, ‘best of’ lists, and previews of what’s to come.

Me? I’m just psyched about my new calendar.

We may be living in a digital world, carrying our lives around on our smartphones, but I still love selecting the wall calendar that hangs over the desk in my home office.

It used to be a no-brainer — the New Yorker dog cartoons calendar every year. And then they stopped making it two years ago.

Bums.

So now I journey to Barnes & Noble, not knowing what calendar on the racks and spinners before me will catch my eye. But this year’s selection was an exciting combination of all the things I hold most dear:

Dogs. Movies. Celebrities. Kitch.

Yeah, that’s a cat. But he wasn’t dressed up for the photo. All the Jack Sparrow-ness was digitally added later.

There’s also Andy Warhol. And Austin Powers. Dame Edna. Mother Teresa.

Yep. It’s gonna be a good year.

Wah

Comic Con is in full swing this weekend in San Diego.  And I’m not there….again.  So, I’m bitter.  Again.

I know, I should stop my whining and get my butt out there.  I mean, seriously — even Hallmark Cards has a booth.  And I know them!

But instead, here I am in Boston, spending my entire day making a living.

Or am I?

Perhaps that’s really me behind those dark glasses…sporting a sexier version of Star Wars stormtrooper gear.  (The black inserts are slimming, don’t you agree?)

And any girl will tell you when your best friend has blue hair, the guys are gonna look your way.

(That is a girl…right?)

Or perhaps that’s me in full costume dressed as a…well, as a…cat? With Harry Potter taped glasses, even.

I do have green eyes, and although I’m not a big fan of pink hair on a normal day, I think the green and gold jumpsuit saves it.

A cat superhero?  I can get behind that for a day.

(Just don’t tell my dog.)

Yes, maybe ‘being’ at Comic Con is just a state of mind.  Maybe being a geek is enough.

A geek that whines — goodness knows I’m working that so far.