My biggest beef with the furby is its appearance. Can we just take a minute and look at this thing? Whoever thought it would be a good idea to combine a "robot" with your Grandmother's Pomeranian was on some sort of mind-altering drug at the time and should consider giving A&E a call to set up an intervention.
Admittedly, Tiger Co. made enough money during the 1998 holiday season off parents in a desperate attempt to keep up with their whining kids' desire for the latest tech-gadget toy (see the Tamagotchi) to sustain them until they were bought out again. We have to hand it to them that they sold a product whose main attraction was that it blinked and spoke "furbish."
For everyone (except those who chose to add the toys to their collection of collections among novelty plates, porcelain child figurines, and beanie babies) the excitement of these things wore off in approximately 17 seconds. Even 3rd graders realized that their classmates with a furby on January 6th were the losers who would later become the kid you just wanted to shut up in sophomore year English class.
The furby was there when we were teetering on boredom with matchbox cars in our Happy Meals and longing for an encore of Howie Mandel's brilliance in Gremlins.
Now how do I get it to shut off?
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