Time for Therapy.
I had this dream the other night that I dressed up as “Vicky” from “Small Wonder” for Halloween. In my dream I was really proud of my awesome and unique choice and woke up feeling damn great. Then I realized that I haven’t dressed up for Halloween in about 13 years and my last costume was a Mexican gang member, in which I just wore a plaid shirt buttoned at the collar with a white tank underneath.
I don’t know why I have 80’s kid stuff on my mind lately. First Sweet Valley High, Degrassi Jr. High, Fifteen; and now this. Clearly I am having some sort of regression and there’s probably a pretty entertaining root to the problem that I won’t bother to figure out right now. Regardless.“Small Wonder” was a pretty entertaining show.
Let’s face it: the premise of the show is just plain creepy. Its about a pederast robot maker that created an 11 year old robot girl with real skin and hair, but no real emotions and tried to pass her off as his “daughter.” She helped around the house, vacuumed real fast, picked up cars, spun her head around…stuff sickos like that just get TOTALLY turned on by. He also kept her in a closet to charge her battery. One would think this was alarming deviant behavior for a suburban dad, but his moron wife and fatty son never batted an eye. Mostly, I never understood why he a) had to create a “secret” robot and b) it had to be a child. Look at the awesome robot Rocky Balboa had in Rocky IV. She was the perfect housekeeper AND she had a green card.
The best thing, and I mean BEST THING in this entire crazy show was Harriet, the annoying little neighbor that tortured that family on a daily basis. Harriet’s beserk bangs still haunt my subconscious mind on a weekly, if not daily basis.
I guess now that I think about it, she’s probably in my top 3 favorite non lead characters in a television series, along with Simon Adebisi from “Oz”.
So, I will NOT be dressing up like Vicky anytime soon, but I really encourage all of you to go as her to your next costume party…you will be the coolest robot there! Of course, you can also go as Harriet or Adebisi too….
By the way..YAY for me for definitely being the first person alive to mention Harriet and Adebisi in the same context. Life is good.
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6 Responses to “Time for Therapy.”
February 12th, 2009 at 10:29 am
omg. i loved this show. it is the worst shit ever. there was a day at work a couple months ago where we sent around clips all afternoon from youtube. i think the chick who played vicky was borderline autistic.
February 12th, 2009 at 11:07 am
Hiyeeeeeeeee! That’s harriett always said when she came over. Don’t forget her equally annoying mother.
February 12th, 2009 at 11:15 am
i used to watch this show religiously - regardless of the fact that it was a family pretending their kid wasnt a robot with superpowers, every now and then they had an “important” episode for the families to watch that tackled serious issues - much like the time dudley got molested by the bike shop owner on “diff’rent strokes” or when cherry and punky just said no to drugs that looked like flinstone vitamins….
in this episode, the fat son makes friends with a bad boy who starts to smoke/chew tobacco (i can’t remember which one) and after they try it a couple times the bad boy gets mouth cancer! i still remember that storyline to this day - even at the time i was astounded at just how easy someone could get mouth cancer, basically just by stealing his mom’s pall malls! obviously the writers did their job that day because i still remember that storyline 20 years later! now i ask you - what the fuck does that have to do with the bigger plot here, people? the dad could make a fucking robot daughter who blinked and told zingers, but he couldnt give her more than one dress???
February 12th, 2009 at 11:34 am
Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe that Harriet’s mother was Grace, Mr. Rooney’s secretary in “Ferris Bueller”
February 12th, 2009 at 1:11 pm
ok- i love it when people get instant diseases in these shows to prove the dangers of alcohol or smoking or pcp.
Ga-REAT point about the one fucking dress. you would think he would doll her up a little more, like get her different get ups, etc.
And where did he get that bullshit red dress, anyway? A mormon modesty catalog? it was the 80’s. She should have had a champion sweatshirt on and two pairs of scrunchy socks on.
February 13th, 2009 at 2:43 pm
they had a pseudo small wonder reunion on that shit show, mike & juliet, like last week. the mom, dad & neighbor mom were present via satellite and vicky was in studio. shes like a dentist or something and the look of horror on her mug is amazing when they re introduce her to her tv parents. the fatty son was m.i.a. my older brother used to see him outside of the grocery store he worked at in highschool begging for spare change for his crack addiction.
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