Death of Sexy: Jane Jetson
Really? Is this a niche? Really? Couldn’t this just be a “sexy space lady” costume, without the staid Hanna-Barbera momma association? I get that, like, Betty Rubble is supposed to be tasty, but she’s tasty by comparison to her other 2-D, limited animation compatriots. The joke in Betty Rubble is wringing the few drops of sexiness out of a largely sexless show.
Even Betty Rubble is not made for translating to the real world. Jane Jetson doubly so. Jane Jetson in a bastardized lingerie costume, fiftuply so.
I feel dirty now. I am so sorry. You know what you deserve?
Sexy space cookie!
Sarah! Okay, those are kind of fun. Mebs a little terrifying, in that human Hanna-Barbera kind of way, but fun.
Funny, I don’t remember fishnets in the cartoon show. Oh wait, there’s more.
I knew I had reached a new plateau in my life when the whole “sexy $x” thing just started boring the crap out of me. I mean, I likes me a woman in her scanties, I’m even a fan of the occasional naked one, but I’d rather see a girl dressed up as a Transformer or Sweeney Todd or Barney or something than have to sit through another Halloween of “Oh, giggle! Tee-hee! Lookit me being naughty!”
Okay, maybe not Barney. I’ll take the sexy Girl Scout over that, but that’s where I draw the line, dadgumit!
Ugh. What?
And where’s the giant triangle collar?
And why not Judy?
And why not, for that matter, Rosie?