Missed Opportunities for Stupid Memories

Sometimes I think my childhood ran on a parallel track from the rest of the Western world. I lived in a rural area, free from the pernicious reach of cable television, reading books and eating cheese and crackers all day (I had a very specific method to my cheese and crackers - the cheese was cut into tiny regulation cubes, and under no circumstances could it come into contact with one of those crackers with the dark brown edge).

This turned out to be an advantage when I finally grew up and joined the world at large, with its 24-hour convenience stores and widely available nachos. I had the sense that I was a traveler in my own land, which I think ground my sensibilties to a fine point. But in other, more concrete ways, I was at a complete loss when it came to the really important conversations - you know, the ones that everybody has, sooner or later, about children’s TV from the ’70s. To wit: Electra Woman and Dyna Girl.



This one just passed me by. But I live on the internet these days, and its sustenance is old video clips and crackpot rants. And boobs. Now I have a whole lot of catching up to do. Not only does YouTube appear to have the entire run of the 1975 show - it even has the unaired pilot from 2001, with Markie Post as the titular character.



For some reason they kept the disco theme song. This is an artistic choice that baffles me.