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A fantastic Fright Factory advertisement in House of Mystery #167
Mattel ad, Life Magazine, November 24, 1967
imagine you and your boyfriend Jonathan Crane buying a bunch of those creepy candy-making sets and just going to town with em. He’s in it for the aesthetic, you’re in it for the candy.
look! this one even has a picture of him on it :)
I just think he’d be into it, partly for aesthetics, partly for doing something fun w/ his S/O, partly for the fact that he’s finally getting to experience Childhood Fun
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I would slap on scars, gaping wounds, a third eye, a fourth eye, and a shrunken head necklace and then.........
I WOULD WALK AMONGST THE OTHER KIDS.
My childhood was way better than yours. We teetered on the brink of old and new at breakneck speed. Somehow we lived without computers. Mom would drop you off at these new-fangled things called "bands" and tell you to just be sure and be home by Monday.
And then there were these things.
Hot metal molds, bottles of gooey plastic poured into them, long electrical cords, and thee. We were the last generation to truly taste freedom and danger.
Now it's too late.
Safety rules.
I would slap on scars, gaping wounds, a third eye, a fourth eye, and a shrunken head necklace and then.........
I WALK AMONGST THE OTHER KIDS.
Our childhood was way better than yours. We teetered on the brink of old and new at breakneck speed. Somehow we lived without computers. Mom would drop you off at these new-fangled things called "bands" and tell you to just be sure and be home by Monday.
And then there were these things. Hot metal molds, bottles of gooey plastic poured into them, long electrical cords, and thee. We were the last generation to truly taste freedom and danger.
Now it's too late. Safety rules.