Stickers from Susie

I have one devoted follower of this blog, who gave me some awesome stickers-for-the-working-woman this week. Yes, more Cathy stickers!

 

Questions: why does Cathy wear curlers if her hair is always straight? Why does she have six clocks and three watches on her desk?  What in the world is she planning to wear in that last sticker in the bottom lower corner? And can I, the busy single career woman, really relate to any of these (I mean, honestly: when was the last time I physically assaulted an ATM like that?)

  Maybe a little. Except I have no idea where things are on my desk.

Yeah, more like it. But I would never wear orange to the office.

I got another cache of really wonderful stickers from this same devoted follower several years ago.

The Troll Family!

Which have an odd, Puffenstuff-like, hippy aesthetic...

 Dude. I have a Ph.D. in weed from Hampshire.

 Anyone want to go watch Xanadu?

 This just reminds me of early childhood in the 1970s.

Of course Trolls go jogging!

Thanks Susie <3

Chocolate! Chocolate! Chocolate! ACK!

I know the comic strip figure Cathy has been the butt of jokes in recent years, even mocked on Saturday Night Live, but I confess I have always liked Cathy and her creator, Cathy Guisewite.

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I'm not sure what this sticker is supposed to mean.

Cathy is best-remembered for obsessing about her weight--and chocolate in particular--in an annoying way.

I know; you read this and you're all like, "really, Cathy? You like chocolate THAT much?"

But going through my sticker collection makes me wonder if we weren't all obsessed with chocolate in the 1980s.

To ponder: was it an obsession with chocolate, or did the 1980s just have an eating disorder? For every sticker featuring something fattening, I also seem to have a sticker expressing anxiety over dieting.

Let's give Cathy a break, here. She was simply reflecting the cultural mores of her era. From a feminist point of view. As long as women are held up to an impossibly high standard of beauty and fitness then we are all doomed to have a complicated relationship with food. 

To return to Boynton: