Generation X Got Ripped Off

Wouldn't you agree? I mean, all of the fabulous memories have been ramsacked--
we've been robbed--
all of our memories commodified
and put back out on the shelf--redefined, made anew.
Turtles, ponies, and bears.

I wanted to blog playing Inpector Gadget with my siblings,
on a farm, in the summer, next to a mulberry bush.

But no. Do I want to plant images of Matthew Brodrick in your minds?
I'd rather not.

I don't think there is any cartoon, persona, book or toy
from my childhood
that hasn't already been exploited on someone else's blog . . .