True or False: Furbies are creepy AF
In this week's episode of "I Am The Cute One", we recapped Sister Act, but as is tradition on our Nostalgia podcast, chaos got the best of us and we got sidetracked with a conversation about creepy childhood toys.
My vote for the Creepiest Toy Award is the Furby. While I was never allowed to have my own, every time a friend was lucky (cursed?) enough to get one, I witnessed the plot of a horror movie.
It was always the same: One by one my friends would show up to school and said the four words that made me seethe with jealousy: "I got a Furby!" They had the glow that can only be associated with an elementary aged millennial who has been tricked into thinking that the responsibilities of motherhood is a fun little game. (I wonder why we all have anxiety now?)
That first week, my friend would give me daily updates on their cute new pet and spend their recess immersing themselves in the culture to learn Furbish. Duolingo who?
The next week, things would change. My friend would arrive to the bus stop looking a little more tired, a little more disheveled. Did I detect a trace of fear when they told me that "Hey, Kah Ay-Ay U-Nye" means "Hey, I see you" in Furbish?
And then, inevitably, the third week would come. My friend would casually mention during a game of Four Square that the Furby was in their closet with a towel over its head. They'd whisper that, despite the batteries being removed, their ravenous robot still woke up every night at 3 AM to screech at its poor, eight year old mother to feed them.
By the end of the month, their tiny tyrant toy would be in the attic and on its way to the next neighborhood garage sale. A tale as old as time.
Anywho. Did you have a Furby? Did it do anything creepy? Let me live vicariously through you because my parents had the good sense to keep those belligerent blinking bullies out of our home. (And, if you are a weirdo who DOESN'T think Furbies are THE CREEPIEST, which toy wears the crown for you?)
Now that I think about it they totally are
I wanted a Furby for Christmas so bad one year! But alas it was sold out everywhere so I knew I wasn’t getting one. Then we get a knock on the door on Christmas Day…it was a special delivery from my uncle who had gotten me and all my cousins furbies…a true Christmas miracle! I was obsessed with my little Furby until it woke me in the middle of the night it sacred the shit out of me and I didn’t sleep for a week after. That was the end of the Furby for me. RIP
I loved my Furby until is I took the batteries out and it still yelled at me in the middle of the night.
I LOVED my Furby. And it still works, which is stunning. The most adorable little CIA spy tool.
One time I heard my Furby screaming, and found my cat had grabbed it by it’s head like it was a kitten and started running around the house with it. All whole Furby is shouldn’t, “OW, LOUD SOUNDS.”
it’s gonna be Baby Born for me. Any doll that CRIES is a gift from Satan himself. That thing belongs in a fireplace, not my room.
for more of this discussion, check out our episode with priscilla of @bonjourbitchesblog: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/sister-act-w-priscilla-of-bonjourbitchesblog/id1570702948?i=1000552344205
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