Every single person over the age of thirty had a collection of G.I. Joe, He-Men, She-Ra, M.A.S.K, Jem and The Holograms, Transformers, etc. Some had a few, some of us had every single one of them. Heck, many of the people that read and write for this blog can tell you every single figure in each line, their release date, and every European variant. We're just that hardcore. The question remains, however, as to how we got started? Think back on your days of getting hooked on these awesome pew-pew shooting, lala singing, "Autobots, roll out" figures. Did you see friends that these miracles of plastic and thought “Wow…so cool?” Did you see them in a store and beg/plead/cry/demand/throw a tantrum for them? Or did you see the cartoon and get hooked, and proceed to collect every piece from that show every time a new character came out on a new episode?
If you answered "Cartoons" then you fit in with most of the American populous. But get this; what if I told you that was their plan all along?
Lovingly referred to by some collectors and nerds as "30 minute commercials," the cartoons of the 80's served to entice us into enjoying our Saturday mornings in front of the tube instead of outside in the fresh air. Yet when we got outside, we were playing with the very toys from said show. This sneaky tactic turns out to have an even longer backstory than most realize, however, and its methodology turned underage consumerism on its ear and changed the way that the advertising demographic plate was engineered from that decade forward.
|English Edition (Purple writing variant) toy catalog insert. Image credit: http://www.pranceatron.com/|
Advertising, censorship, and the monitoring of them can be traced back to the 1940's with the publication of a book by the FCC that limited the use of commercial time on television. These attempts at restriction went back and forth for decades, with many broadcasters exploiting loopholes on how they could insert more commercials as they saw fit and get more ads and product placement into the world. Groups popped up faster than Starbucks to stop the insanity, especially when it came to the protection of the cute and adorable munchkins who were being suckered in by those multi-second shenanigans in between their favorite shows that tricked them into buying those red-riders and cowboy costumes. In the 70's it was the Actions for Children's Television group that got things done the fastest and limited advertising more than they ever had been, and things were looking promising for the downfall of Capitalism.
And then, we were introduced into something new. Reaganomics.
Whether that colors your judgement on the collection that you own is up in the air and it is your therapy session to pay for. Sorry I caused the mental breakdown! When you look at it from this perspective, however, it is a sobering and thought-provoking outlook on the more innocent years of our life. Maybe it is better to just enjoy being Truly Outrageous and shouting "Yo, Joe!" Maybe it tarnishes our remembrances a wee bit. Yet it also adds a bit of "Ah, hah" when you think about it. The sheer number of cartoons being thrown at us back then, the huge amount of shelves that were full of their figures and vehicles and bases of operations and animals and weapons...it boggled the mind even as kids, and while we were too in love with the choices to care back then it makes you wonder what was going on now.
Well, now you know.
And knowing is half the battle.
And knowing is half the battle.
Christina Sizemore is trained in only four things: writing, fighting, paranormal investigating, and being a mom. At this point in her life she truly feels that she is not qualified to attempt to learn any new field. A twenty year martial artist, mother of three, and writer who is working on the publication of her first book titled “Finding Your Way: A Guide To Your Path In The Martial Arts,” she spends her days working out, writing, making fanvids, going to Dragon Con, and playing board games/video games/out in the yard with her kids and husband who are just as geeky as she is. She is convinced that one day her skills will be of assistance in the Zombie Apocalypse and that while she is of no use in the kitchen, she can Buffy that zombie for ya or teach you the best way to get the blood stains out of your clothes (Psst…the secret is mixing Crown Cleaner and Shout. Just sayin’).