Icon-o-clash 3: The "Real-World" Edition

I can't tell you how much I HATE these cartoon characters. Now...having said that..I hated Bam-bam and Pebbles and all the rest LONG LONG LONG before I hated the Little Mermaid and that crap Disney puts out (dear god, is it so hard to locate originality?). Is it me or did they try later to make those children older and get married? But when I was a boy, sonny, we had this thing called TV and only 2 or 3 channels. Yes, in those days I'd walk to school (let's pretend it was miles through the snow each day) and each day I'd arrive they'd have the Flintstones playing in the cafeteria. From early morning until late afternoon, this show would play. I was more into Rocket Robinhood and Hercules (don't get me started!) and I remember lamenting to my five-year-old associates at the time of the injustice. Now, curiously, I didn't mind the episodes with the floating green martian in it (you know, the oh so effeminate green martian). Would I have minded if I knew what this character would later represent (when I could understand such things)? It is not clear. I was a slut for Sci-Fi though.

Anyway, I digress.

I say they get into this viscious fight and in the battle when the Flintstones are crushing Little Mermaid's head with the giant Rex bone, that she whips out the Stingray Stinger and jams it into his chest.

Her endeth them both.
 

Fred, if only because of his fantastic flying car.

Wait, that was George Jetson.

Oh well, Fred anyway.
 

I'm probably in the minority (either that or the only girl) but I LOVED the Little Mermaid growing up... In fact, I'm pretty sure I annoyed my parents with how frequently I pretended to be Ariel and sang about the magic of things like whozits and whatsits... otherwise known as forks and spoons... I did spend a little time with the Flinstones, but not nearly as much as I did with Ariel and Flounder...

Without question the Little Mermaid wins for me.

... Look at this stuff... isn't it neat... (I could go on... really)
 

I was going Way Out, Way Out years before I was told to get my head out of the clouds and back in the water where it belongs.

But then I saw her - sitting there across the way and for the first time in my life I let the sun shine in and faced it with a grin.

Ariel for the win
 

Okay so I am back to the theme of reality show. This week's competition is "America's (or Ontario's) Next Top Model"

So here we have an slightly large overweight brunet, slightly coarse but always meaning well and very loveable.

We also have a fiesty redhead, with perhaps a little too much attitude, and doesn't always listen to the loving male in her life. (Wow, in hind thought this competition is my marriage)

But since it is all about looks, and, as I have previously stated, everyone should love a redhead...

Ariel takes the crown (or the celery and size 0 dress)
 

Gman says the little mermaid, because she is his favourite princess, cause she reminds him of Mommy. (I didn't pay him to say this honest)
 

If my firstborn read that I was voting against Ariel (who graces her room in poster form), she'd be disappointed, but the original icon is not popular, and the Disney version is, well, a Disney version - blanched and boiled until all the flavour is gone.

Yabba-Dabba-Doo!