Hee. I just heard on the radio, Away In A Manger to the tune of Smooth Criminal. "The little lord Jesus, no sound he makes. Jesus are you ok? Are you ok? Are you ok, Jesus?"

"YAH-BLAH-BLA!"

That sounds like a perfectly cromulent phone conversation.

I have an old $10 slimline phone as a backup to the cordless. The low-tech phone will still work if the power goes out.

That sounds like a perfectly cromulent phone conversation.

t /Wonderfalls monkey

the parents and parents' friends of a little baby punky gothlette have all ganged up on her to demand that she go from Punk Queen to Trendy Teen.

Oh, jeez, I saw that one. The stepdad (?) claimed that it ruined family gatherings because everyone would start fighting with her about it. I wanted to beat him. "So, really, the fact that you all are constantly picking on her ruins these gatherings. Stop doing that, and the problem is solved. Ass."

So does the babygoth get yuppiefied in the end or not?

"So, really, the fact that you all are constantly picking on her ruins these gatherings. Stop doing that, and the problem is solved. Ass."

Wrod. Plus, give her time. She's still developing her personality, her style. The things they find the most objectionable may be things she decides to change herself. Who knows? I thank heavens every day I don't dress today the way I did at 17! Hee.

So does the babygoth get yuppiefied in the end or not?

She looked sort of like a teen starlet on Nickoldeon after the makeover. Fortunately, the gay stylist had enough funky bohemian options so she didn't wind up looking like a stepford teen. The ensembles chosen by the evil cow mother of her best friend were lobotomy land. "I think you need a sporty look." Yeah, imagine Jilli in a track suit for the wrongness of that. The host of the show - Finola Hughes - was also a cow.

The girl wasn't just a punky gothlet, but an aspiring designer so she got to design a dress for Finola with the help of the gay stylist. The dress looked very cool actually - better than anything anybody else chose for her. So, in the end, I was less worried about her since she obviously had a very strong style sense and was not going to be cowed into wearing any old thing, and would probably continue to make her own stuff, even if it was less inspired by The Clash or Bauhaus.

"So, really, the fact that you all are constantly picking on her ruins these gatherings. Stop doing that, and the problem is solved. Ass."

There aren't enough problems in the world? Cripes. I haven't seen this, but even were I anti-goth (which I'm not), if a child of mine were otherwise healthy and well-balanced I would get down on my knees in thanksgiving no matter how they dressed.

wrod.

My mother's big mantra was don't sweat the small stuff. I think it's wise. We all have our cut-offs, I suppose. But I can't imagine sweating colors, collars, and stripey tights. For heaven's sake. What's the problem?