So here's something everyone should remember from the 90s: beanie babies. These small furry animals stuffed with beads blew up like Hiroshima in the early 90s. And it wasn't about having a few lovable playmates, it was about having as many of these bean-filled buddies as you could possibly have.
Though I was strongly opposed to keeping the TY tags on, I was challenged at school by some fourth grade brat: "That's not a REAL beanie baby! It doesn't have a TY tag." "Yes it is, I just took it off," I retorted. "Yeah, right! Everyone knows to keep the tag on. That's totally fake!"
So basically having beanie babies was a huge competition to separate the spoiled brats from the kind-of-spoiled kids from the kids whose parents just flat out didn't love them. The spoiled brat beanie baby conversation would sound something like this:
"I just got the just released, limited edition, brand-new, beanie baby Princess Diana bear. So now I have 862 beanie babies! Ha!!"
"Oh yeah?! Well, I have 904 beanie babies and my Mom said she ordered the Diana bear plus the new Quacker the Duck without the wings and they only made like 15 Quacker the Ducks in the world!"
Yeah, I couldn't hang with this crowd of one-uppers. I was in the semi-spoiled group and had my fair share of fuzzy friends, but 904?! Jeez, that's just excessive and spoiling a child at this age will surely backfire on his/her parents; it's just a matter of time...
The biggest problem I faced when the beanie baby storm finally subsided was where the hell to put them. I had about 110 beanie babies, which was taking up some serious closet space. And you couldn't throw them away because as rumor had it, they were surely "going to be valuable." Well to everyone who insisted beanie babies would become valuable one day:
Thanks to YOU I kept 110 beanie babies stored in my closet until I graduated high school. Jerks.
I remember beanie babies. Like you the tag did annoy me, but I kept them on because it seem more authentic. 110! Wow! I only had a couple, but I wasn't really into them any way. I don't have them any more either.
ReplyDeleteIf you count the little mini ty beanie babies that you could get with a happy meal at McDonalds, I had around 250. I was obsessed. I loved them. I played with them everyday. I collected them because I had nothing else to do. I was home schooled in elementary school so I only had like three friends and I guess my mom thought that 250 bean filled animals would fill the void. lol. I loved them.
ReplyDeleteHoly moley Beanie Babies were a HUGE part of my adolescence. Yep, I absolutely remember feeling conflicted about whether to sever the ty tag so I could fully enjoy my little creature without plastic in my face, or to preserve the tag in case I ever decided to sell out my stuffed friends for some quick cash (which I never did!).
ReplyDeleteAnd I remember the Princess Diana bear. I was (still am, kind of) completely obsessed with Princess Di, naturally, immortalizing her in Beanie Baby form was right up my alley.
Yeah, there was a bit of competition on the playground around Beanie Babies. Crazy how these innocent little creatures united us with cute poems and fun names, but also separated us because they were such a commodity!
I'll man up and say that my sister and I put together a ridiculous collection of beanie babies, the whole time assuming that we were just assuring our future wealth.
ReplyDeleteWell that wealth is now in a huge tupperware box in our attic, packed to the brim with useless felt bags of beans. But oh man was it fun to collect them. I remember being a little kid and saving up my money to go to beanie baby shows and spending like $40 on a rarer-item. Sigh. A lifetime of bad choices certainly started from that point.
It's very comforting to see that other people were addicted to these things too. Can't wait for the Pokemon post.
I'm still holding on to mine. I bet in Years to come they will be of value again.
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