It’s apparent that I live in a cave. With no ties to outside social influence. A few weeks ago, a friend mentioned that she was looking for Silly Bandz for her daughter.
“What are silly bands?”
She looked at me like I had sprouted an additional head.
Then she went on to explain, very slowly so that I could understand, that Silly Bandz were silicone bracelets that come in bright colors, shaped like everything from animals, to flowers, to SpongeBob. The kids collect and trade them with each other.
“I’ve never heard of them.”
She countered with, “Oh, you will.”
And sure enough, after church that week, my 8 year old was sporting a couple of silly bandz on her wrist. “LOOK MOM!” Evidently she was “gifted” two bandz from a friend that took pity on her naked wrist.
Since then I have noticed the arms of nearly every child within spitting distance heavily ladened with the bandz of many colors.
Of course my children want to join the bandz craze. After learning that a package will only set us back a few dollars, we told them that we’d look for them. We usually don’t fall into the latest fad trap, but they really are cute. And cheap.
Fiddledaddy checked at our local Walgreens during his last visit there. He was told by the store manager that their latest shipment sold out in two hours. And he went on to relay that he’d seen young girls come in looking for them, only to leave in tears. Empty wristed.
I figured my daughters would simply have to make due with the few bands that were bequeathed to them by their girlfriends. And interestingly, as I was composing this post, the children bounded in the door after an outing with their father. Each child sported an appropriate amount of silly bandz on each wrist. It seems that Fiddledaddy stumbled into a Walgreens that had just gotten a shipment in.
Oh happy day.
Jensen scored a package of car shaped bands, and the sisters chose the bandz of many shapes. Come to find out, they are of the inferior variety since they don’t glow in the dark. But they are still beloved, just the same.
We discovered a website that sells the original glow-in-the-dark hoopty ploopty Silly Bandz. And they can even be purchased online. Not that we would ever stoop to such a thing. BUT LOOK! Princess Silly Bandz!
I really have no room to judge regarding this juvenile fad obsession. I was the proud owner of a mood ring, three pet rocks, and a set of clackers. You know, the two colored acrylic balls suspended on the end of a sturdy string, and you held the center ring and hit the balls together. That is, until a concussion ensued and your mother forbid you to play with them. Or they were discontinued, whichever came first.
Those were the days.
What was the favorite fadz of your generation?