Just wondering if you guys encountered the Send A Mouse To College Fund as kids.
The thrust of the fund was to get elementary school kids to beg for money from their parents and their parents’ friends, which would eventually be used to pay for lab mice at, I suppose, local colleges and/or high schools.
Of course, being a kid, none of the grisly truth about what the money’s actually for really makes its way to, past the idea that you get iron-ons and buttons for being a mule.
So you end up walking away with a sense of pride for having raised a bunch of money, as well as a new iron-on of a cutesy, cartoon mouse holding a diploma, wearing a graduation cap and gown neatly pressed onto your old, white Fruit of the Loom T-Shirt.
And of course, none of what you’ve taken part in hits you until you’re in your mid-thirties.
Just thought I’d share that with you.
AUNT JOHN SEZ: As an elementary school student of the late ’70s and early ’80s, I was subjected to brainwashing machinations of the cult known as R.I.F., and its super sexy spokesman ED ASNER:
We were too busy reading books to be bothered with sending cute little animals to death camps. And by the time I got to junior high, we had moved on to peddling Columbia House records and cassette tapes:
Did anyone else out there in Kindertrauma-land “Send a Mouse to College”? If so, please sound off in the comments. And if anyone managed to use the hard sell to convince their Mom to buy The Eurythmics Touch LP, we need to talk.