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Devo vs Ronald McDonald

Saturday, July 5th, 2008
By raincoaster

Oh, how I love Devo. Those little New Wave robots stole my heart back in the last century and just never gave it back. But, as is the way of robots, they have begun to assert their independence and their indifference to human emotions.

They have come for our toys!

New Wave Nigel

This is New Wave Nigel, one of McDonald’s recent American Idol toys, and according to Devo and their human slaves lawyers, his use of the Power Dome hat and his suspiciously nerdish vocals (yes, he sings) constitutes copyright infringement.

Well, there are several issues here, not even counting the fact that Nigel’s performance is a little stiff. According to the AndyOnTheRoad blog, Devo never trademarked that hat, nor do they have a hegemony on nerdish-sounding vocals; after all, wasn’t that the entire New Wave?

Ah, but Devo says they did:

“This New Wave Nigel doll that they’ve created is just a complete Devo rip-off and the red hat is exactly the red hat that I designed, and it’s copyrighted and trademarked.

“They didn’t ask us anything. Plus, we don’t like McDonald’s, and we don’t like American Idol, so we’re doubly offended…”

[Bassist] Casale said it was ironic the world’s largest fast food chain should appropriate the image of a band known for taking aim at the dysfunction and herd mentality of American society.

“The very same people that wanted nothing to do with Devo and looked down on Devo and condescended (to) Devo… enough time’s gone by that they go, ‘Hey, you know those guys are synonymous with what was new about New Wave,”‘ he said.

Of course they’re not going to let the matter drop; are they not men? They are Devo!

But why settle for 1/25th scale ripoffs? Kit your family out in the real thing:

Energy Dome Official Hat

Click here for our Stylin’ Stila Giveaway #2!

The Wonder That is Wonderboy

Tuesday, June 24th, 2008
By Glinda

Can I just say that I love Wonderboy? No, not the Boy Wonder, but the clothing line Wonderboy. If I could take Wonderboy home and make them some nice homemade chicken soup, I would do it.

I have stated before that as a mother to a boy, I am sick of the same old same old. Same old stripes. Same old checks. Same old graphics of trucks and bugs and various amphibians. I want something different, something with personality.

Well, Wonderboy certainly delivers.


Sea Scroll

I’m like Homer Simpson eyeing a donut on this one. Let the drool commence…



Me likey. Me likey lots.


Pool Shark

Love it!

Now, if I could just get them to lower their prices, all would be perfect!

The Early Bird

Wednesday, May 28th, 2008
By Glinda

Gets to choose the best outfit.

The Munchkin’s preschool is having their annual musical showcase.

I am always early dropping him off to school because I am just anal like that about almost any appointment or obligation. I have yet to drop him off late. And with only three weeks to go, I am pretty confident I will maintain my perfect record. I know I just somehow put that curse out on myself, and it is now echoing through the cosmos, probably coming back to bite me in the ass on the day I need to take him to his SAT’s.

So, there I am being all early and stuff, when I see that there is a sign-up sheet on the little table the teacher has set up outside the door. I pick it up, and it seems that this year the school is being anal as well, for there are actual outfits, costumes if you will, that must be worn to this year’s Musical Extravaganza. I look at the two choices for boys:

White Dress Shirt and Khaki Pants


Blue Dress Shirt, Blue Pants and Blue Suspenders


Blue Suspenders? I have no idea where you can even purchase blue suspenders around here. I can’t even remember the last time I saw a child, or even a grown man other than Larry King, who just doesn’t count, wearing suspenders.

So of course, I sign up for the relatively easy white shirt and khaki pants.

I watched as some of the moms straggled in to class as I was getting in my car. And all I could think was, you are gonna be the chumps who have to go searching high and low for some suspenders that your kid will most likely never wear again.


A Letter of Adulation

Tuesday, May 27th, 2008
By Glinda


Dear Creator of Zip-Off Pants,

Although I searched and searched on the vast internets, nobody knows who you are. Which is a shame, because such an invention deserves to have legions of mothers sending you millions of personal thank you notes.

Sir or madam, I would like to get down on bended knee and offer you my sincerest thanks for your ingenuity.

Because of you, I do not have to worry about the transition from morning into day, or from day into evening. Your pants are there to help. I do not have to carry around separate shorts and pants, or simply leave the house throwing up a prayer and hoping just one or the other will do. With your product, I can be happy, carefree, and have more room in my purse.

Some might argue that you have “softened up” our children. That being either too hot or too cold builds needed character. Pshaw, says I. What your pants do is save me, over my lifetime, what would most likely amount to hours of whining.

So to you, nameless innovator, I again offer you thanks.


P.S. I have only one suggestion for improvement, and that would be to somehow make sure that it is impossible to lose the zipped off remnants of fabric. I know, I know, I ask for yet another miracle, but I have faith.

P.P.S And also, it is probably the one article of clothing that we mothers of boys have that mothers of girls probably wish they had too. I shall resist the urge to say “Neener, neener.”

“Ink Up” Your Little One for Less

Thursday, May 22nd, 2008
By Glinda

Because Teeny Manolo is ostensibly a blog about children’s clothes as well as various and sundry other things, I would like to present Baby Eggi.

Fugheddabout that horrifically priced Ed Hardy stuff if you are into tattoo-inspired wear. Baby Eggi is cute, affordable, and the designs are not as over the top as some of the other tattoo wear out there. I also like that they donate a hefty twenty percent of their profits to their charitable partners.   

Baby Eggi was started by two sisters who thought they had what it took to begin their own clothing line. With one of the sisters formerly employed in the fashion industry, they actually did have what it takes. Then, they enlisted the talents of tattoo artist Mark Mahoney. Mark’s real ink can be seen on the likes of Angie, Brad, and Johnny Depp, among many others.


These adorable “Forgive Me for I Know Not What I Do” shirts are eighteen dollars. Not bad when you compare them to Ed Hardy tees at fifty bucks or so.


Days of the week onesies, only twenty eight for the set! Also available in French and Spanish.

Crazy ‘Bout a Sharp Dressed Man

Wednesday, May 21st, 2008
By Glinda


When you learn that you are having a boy, a sort of resignation sets in about the whole fashion and clothes thing.  I mean, boys have this reputation for beating up their clothes, not caring if they are particularly clean, and basically as long as a few threads are holding it together, they are good to go.

I was also particularly fearful that my son would inherit my husband’s inability to match items of clothing.  Although he has many fine qualities, fashion sense isn’t one of them. Brown belt and black shoes?  What’s the problem?  Gray shirt and gray pants?  How in the world can I keep insisting that he can’t wear it out of the house, because if two things that are the same color don’t match, then the universe has a serious problem.

Anyhoo, my son had been displaying the usual young male indifference to his clothing.  Clean, dirty, matching, unmatching.  It was all the same to him.

But then last week, something happened.  Dare I say it, a breakthrough of sorts.

They were having “graduation” pictures for his preschool, and I had picked up a lined navy blazer for eight bucks, in one size larger than his normal size.  Yes, I know you are jealous about that.  Often when shopping for the Munchkin, I have the Bargain Angel on my shoulder.  For myself, not so much.

My son knew he would be wearing a white button down shirt and brown linen pants, but hadn’t known about the jacket. I showed it to him in the morning as we were getting ready and asked if he would like to wear it.  His eyes lit up and he said, “Oh, yes!”

So he got dressed and I put the jacket on him.  He immediately went to the full length mirror in my room and stood in front of it.  And he actually began to preen. 

“Mommy, I look like I am forty years old.”

“Yes, baby.”

“Mommy, I look like the mayor or something.”

“You do.”

He turned to me with a big grin on his face.

“Mommy, I look really good, don’t I?”

Indeed, perhaps there is hope after all, my son.

Surreptitiously, I wiped a tear from my eye.

And if the amount of squealing from random unknown females on the way to class was any indication, I may also want to think about amassing a large number of sticks. 

Gap Kids Collection: for kids, by kids!

Tuesday, May 13th, 2008
By raincoaster

Mugatu Happy!

I have a confession to make: there is a soft spot in my heart for the loopy comedy stylings of Ben Stiller, and it’s not just because he smiled at me once in Waterfront Station.

Although some.

One of his finest creations is the fabulously moronic Derek(Dayre-ique?) Zoolander, and one of the best bits of that movie was the hilariously appalling infomercial with which Mugatu brainwashed him. “Governments are interfering with the age-old right of children to work as they please! Now…Kill the Prime Minister of Malaysia!

Oops! Uh, “Spoiler Alert!” Still, at least I didn’t tell you about the Duchovny surprise, so that’s good.

In any case and in the same vein, here is a lovely news presentation from The Onion, celebrating the new Gap For Kids, By Kids collection!

Gap Unveils New ‘For Kids By Kids’ Clothing Line

I Guess My Mom Thought I Was an Idiot

Wednesday, May 7th, 2008
By Glinda


If you grew up in the seventies, then chances are you had a Garanimals outfit.  I’m not ashamed to admit that I owned more than a few myself.   Er, well, perhaps I should be, but there it is.

If you were not part of our exclusive Garanimals club, allow me to explain the concept.  Garanimals took the children’s fashion world by storm when they introduced the concept of a matching system.  By having labels, usually some sort of jungle animal, kids would be able to dress themselves by simply making sure that the labels were the same for both top and bottom.  If you had two bears, your outfit was a surefire winner!  There was no way you could walk out of the house in an unmatched outfit and embarass your mom!  So, a supposedly idiot-proof system.

Why this concept has not been introduced for men, I am not sure. But, that is entirely a different post probably better suited to a different blog

But really, isn’t being able to dress batshit-crazy some sort of three year old birthright?  At that age, it is downright adorable to go grocery shopping wearing an orange striped shirt, red shorts, and a superman cape.  Kids should dress like that as often as they can, because that window of opportunity gets slammed shut around the age of seven or so. At that point, the child will either be seen as destined for fashion greatness or someone who will never get invited to birthday parties.

Apparently the makers of Garanimals decided that a couple decades of freestyle dressing by America’s youth was too much for them to handle. They re-launched the brand in February of 2008, available exclusively at WalMart. Which sort of explains why I didn’t know about it until now.

So once again, children have the opportunity to match zebra to zebra and elephant to elephant! Forget about actually teaching them how to put clothes together, let’s have some faceless corporation do all the hard work for us! But according to Dr. Joyce Brothers, “Garanimals…helps the pre-schooler to handle his/her own wardrobe.” Remember Dr. Joyce Brothers? I thought not. Nothing like trotting out an almost thirty year old quote to inspire brand confidence!

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