There are six of us on the chat and five of us have noticed that our friend has what looks like the ugliest fetish we have ever seen sitting on her desk. In a private side chat, one of my former classmates, Faye, asks me if I recognize it. I tell her I don't and affirm that it looks mass produced. We are all politely waiting for our friend to talk about what she's been doing lately and hope the mystery of the ugly little figure on her desk will be solved.
No such luck. She says she's still doing work on community gardens and co-ops as a response to the spread of urban food deserts. While this is good news, some of us are getting impatient with the weird ;ittle thing staring at us from far side of her desk. Finally Ben, who has never had the strongest of filters, breaks our silence about it.
"Claire, what the heck is that thing?"
Claire, who has always been the sweetest of us, but can also be a little out of the flow at times, starts to pick up various items as Ben responds, "No. Not that. THAT."
She finally grabs the small, brightly colored stuffie that looks, to me anyway, like a bad Chinese bootleg of a Maurice Sendak Wild Thing doll.
"Oh. This?" She holds it in front of her computer camera for all of us to see. We hear a voice from another room as her nine-year-old granddaughter calls in to her: "Can I have my Labubu, Nainai?"
"Not until your parents pick you up," Nainai, er, Claire addresses someone off-camera. "How many times did I tell you to quit teasing your little brother with your Lulu?"
There is a sigh from off-camera. "It's Lah-Boo-Boo, Nainai! Gah!"
Claire orders her to go play a game with her brother, which is met with another, "Gah!" but the girl complies.
"That's a Labubu?" Faye asks.
"So you've heard of them?" Claire sits the one we've been examining back on her desk.
"Kids these days. Do those things have a backstory? Do they do anything? To think I used to complain about my grands' Horror High and Bratz dolls."
I do not have children and will sometimes play the childless cat lady card. Besides, I didn't want to ex[lain the happy little pile of plush gargoyles and assorted stuffed monsters who occupy a corner of my studio.
XOXO,
Jas
No such luck. She says she's still doing work on community gardens and co-ops as a response to the spread of urban food deserts. While this is good news, some of us are getting impatient with the weird ;ittle thing staring at us from far side of her desk. Finally Ben, who has never had the strongest of filters, breaks our silence about it.
"Claire, what the heck is that thing?"
Claire, who has always been the sweetest of us, but can also be a little out of the flow at times, starts to pick up various items as Ben responds, "No. Not that. THAT."
She finally grabs the small, brightly colored stuffie that looks, to me anyway, like a bad Chinese bootleg of a Maurice Sendak Wild Thing doll.
"Oh. This?" She holds it in front of her computer camera for all of us to see. We hear a voice from another room as her nine-year-old granddaughter calls in to her: "Can I have my Labubu, Nainai?"
"Not until your parents pick you up," Nainai, er, Claire addresses someone off-camera. "How many times did I tell you to quit teasing your little brother with your Lulu?"
There is a sigh from off-camera. "It's Lah-Boo-Boo, Nainai! Gah!"
Claire orders her to go play a game with her brother, which is met with another, "Gah!" but the girl complies.
"That's a Labubu?" Faye asks.
"So you've heard of them?" Claire sits the one we've been examining back on her desk.
"Kids these days. Do those things have a backstory? Do they do anything? To think I used to complain about my grands' Horror High and Bratz dolls."
I do not have children and will sometimes play the childless cat lady card. Besides, I didn't want to ex[lain the happy little pile of plush gargoyles and assorted stuffed monsters who occupy a corner of my studio.
XOXO,
Jas
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