On the bus I sat opposite a young lady with a Hello Kitty handbag. This wasn’t deliberate, please understand – a polite young fellow had insisted that I sit. Not because I look like a decrepit fossil (still very very springy!), but because of the silver in my beard.
I have a profound antipathy toward Hello Kitty.
Many of Hello Kitty’s acolytes carry her merchandise around in order to send a message that they are (exceptionally) feminine. But what they are actually conveying is that they have extremely questionable taste, and weak spongy little minds.
As well as flibbertigibbism in the rafters of their souls.
Hello Kitty is strictly for little girls.
Not grown women.
If by brandishing Hello Kitty totems you inform people that you are still a small child inside, then people will justifiably treat you as such.
Please understand the difference between “statement”, and “accessory”.
Hello Kitty makes a statement.
A rather stupid one.
On the other hand, a nice handbag is not so much a statement as an accessory, and a darned useful one at that.
[The reason why you have never seen a Hello Kitty man-purse is that men make their stupid statements differently than women. Males are more likely to go for a sports symbol than a zombie kitten. Yes, it looks equally dumb.]
Neat clothing, a non-excess of make-up, and tastefully chosen jewelry or hair ornaments, are far better at conveying the message that you demand to be treated as an individual, than any amount of girlie frip.
An adult woman with an active mind and sound judgment.
Nothing else is worth it.
The only legitimate exception to the 'no Hello Kitty rule' is Hello Kitty Cigarettes.
One can only smoke those cynically and with a sarcastic attitude.
Which at times can be exceptionally lady-like.
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"The only legitimate exception to the 'no Hello Kitty rule' is Hello Kitty Cigarettes."
What, no Hello Kitty switchblades?
Okay, I'll also accept Hello Kitty switchblades.
The reason the young man gave up his seat was because he couldn't stand watching the Jello Kitty Twitty anymore.
Not because you're old.
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