While the Mickey Mouse club was far superior in comedy and singing talent, Kids Incorporated did heavily promote the trend of the side-ponytail. I recall Britney and Christina attempting it, but little Filipino girls do not identify with girls baring blond hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. The more culturally diverse Kids Inc. was always the more appealing of the two shows and inspired my choice in playground hair styling…

Years ago, in an moment of reality T.V. foresight, TYCO produced an incredible franchise of five tiny identical dolls called “Quints.” Quints looked two months old but had about ten years of hair. Seriously, it was out of control, but incredibly fun to style. Each doll also had it’s own special color that coordinated across the Quints’ “Special-for-5 House.” I’m still not sure why Jon and Kate designed their own mansion when TYCO built the model for a “multiples dream house” 15 years ago.

Growing up with two older sisters, I spent my young childhood amidst a constant struggle for gender superiority. Whether it was me being dragged to a New Kids on the Block concert as our group Chanukah present in 1988 or my parents getting my sisters back with a shared Sega Genesis the following winter, there were cataclysmic results whenever our two worlds collided. They had their things, I had mine and little was shared between the two. We fought for everything from cereal choice to radio stations. Nothing however, was a bigger struggle than the ever-elusive remote control. We both wanted to pick what we watched at all times and refused to back down. I wanted Thundercats; they wanted Punky Brewster.

So imagine my shock and dismay, the first time I ever heard the loud aggressive screams of my older sisters watching wrestling…

Inside Out Boy, also known as I.O.B., died yesterday from blood loss and organ failure when he fell off his chair at a local eatery. Upon arrival at the scene, several authorities were surprised to learn of the incident, as anyone between the ages of 20 – 28 believed I.O.B. to have died ten years ago…

Most eight-year-olds went through airport security without any trouble. I, on the other hand, was always pulled aside due to the suspicious bulging square in my Osh Kosh B’Gosh jean pocket. Security never found any bombs or objects posing a terrorist threat, just a pink plastic compact box with gold encrusted letters that said Polly Pocket…

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There was an all too brief time when Jim Varney’s Ernest P. Worrell was a cultural icon. At first he was limited to State Fair appearances and car dealership commercials, but somewhere along the way, he became the star of four successful theatrical films, and later, five direct to video follow-ups. I’ve taken to regularly asking my friends which is their favorite Ernest movie. I get a lot of “Ernest Goes To Camp,” and a few misguided bastards who defend “Saves Christmas” and “Scared Stupid.” But very rarely do I hear people mention what is far and away Varney’s greatest film…