A writer's blog of the sublime, surreal, repugnant and redeeming.

This is a writer's blog of the sublime, surreal, repugnant and redeeming, my venture into the great unknown and unknowable.

Sunday, June 26, 2022

Boomer Beanies

Estate sales in Nashville are frequently featuring picker sales that have plastic tote buckets full of reams and reams of Beanie Babies. They moulder in garages and bedrooms among the piles of secondary crap that is now outdated and useless, like piles of near mint 30 year old computer equipment, or boxed sports items the same age featuring personalities nobody remembers, or boxed kitchen geegaws that take up valuable counter space and were never used because they only replaced a knife and a wrist.
I have realized that Beanie Babies were the first Internet meme that lied to Boomers about what matters in this world, and it went downhill since. The one positive out of this sad observation is that my kiddo can choose the wonky ones he loves for $1, and leave the boring ones to their fate at Goodwill. Beanies were the first among the many worthless memetic commodities that have popped like soap bubbles for the last 28 years to reveal the twisted values of the generation who made the 80s great.
It doesn't help that their houses are packed to the rafters with crap that they never used or enjoyed, and their estates are stunningly representative of hoarded resources that Millennials and Zoomers couldn't hope to acquire without a business acumen that includes pushing lies to people about value.
And that's how they got rich.

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