Showing posts with label Commercialization of childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Commercialization of childhood. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Million Dollar Apps






Remember the old bumper sticker that says "I'm spending my kids' inheritance"? Turns out that the little rugrats are turning the tables and spending our retirement money. But instead of spending it all at the local head shop like I did my friends did, kids these days are blowing them all on Apps for their smart phones.

According to the Washington Post,

Over the winter break from school, 8-year-old Madison worked to dress up her simple mushroom home on the iPhone game Smurfs' Village. In doing so, she also amassed a $1,400 bill from Apple.


Consumeraffairs.com was raising alarms about this about two months before The Post got on the case. Of course, you could read all about it on The Post's own iPad App for just $3.99 a month.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Big Elmo Is Watching You



A story in Tuesday's Wall Street Journal (nicely clipped by Bronxnews) explains that the friendly companies that have filled our little ones' heads full of the sweet taste of desire for tv crapola like Dora the Explorer ("I'll teach your kids the same three words in Spanish every day!"), Elmo (please tell me Jim Henson wasn't responsible for this), Teletubbies (Falwell was right: Tinky Winky is gay), Thomas the Tank Engine (we miss you George), etc, are worried that you might hire someone to come to your kids birthday party pretending to be one of these creatures.

How worried are they? Worried enough to sue the pants of your entertainer. One owner of a kids' party shop received a friendly note from Marvel Inc, stating that they were aware of “unauthorized costumed Spider-Man, Hulk and Wolverine appearance services,” and added, “Marvel has no choice but to seek legal recourse against your business.” She has spent $30,000 defending herself in lawsuits.

In response to parental complaints that the companies create these insatiable desires in our kids only to deny them the chance to pretend that they actually get to meet the critters on their freaking birthdays, the companies respond that they can spend $50 a pop when they show up at huge arena shows. Gee thanks.

The companies won't even sell the costumes to entertainers, reportedly for fear that the characters image might be misused (but slapping it on a diaper is okay?). The performers have been reduced to dressing up like scary imitation characters like "Squishy Guy" instead of Sponge Bob.

One kid who wanted this girl



to show up at her birthday shrieked in terror when she was met by this girl


The horror. The horror.