Tamagotchi
This meant they required constant attention, and while I'm all for teaching responsibility to children when it comes to caring for something, there's something incredibly sinister behind that decision, I think. It almost feels intentionally that short to traumatize kids and teach them that if they don't constantly see to the needs of something other than themselves, it will fucking die because of their negligence. That's just cruel.
And understandably, this only lead to further problems, because thanks to the restrictions put on the toy by parents and teachers, and because kids become overly attached to things, when their Tamagotchis inevitably bit the digital dust, they lost their shit and began having entire funerals for the pets. And while that's morbid, it's also just kind of funny, because, let's face it, burying a digital pet that you knew for less than a week is...I don't know, I can find the humor in it. What I can't find the humor in, obviously, is the actual tragic event that came of it when a teenage girl actually committed suicide by hanging herself thanks to being so overly distraught at the death of her Tamagotchi after her parents took it away as a consequence.
That's a hell of a guilt trip to live with, really. Imagine not only blaming yourself because you inadvertently caused your own childs suicide but then on top of it blaming a fad toy that dropped tremendously in relevance after the first few years of being out. Yikes.
As someone who's attempted suicide numerous times, and has lived with the ideation of it my entire life, this is something I can personally relate to, in a warped way. Sure, I never had a Tamagotchi, but I've gotten emotional over a lot of things nobody else would ever comprehend (especially when I was younger), and for that reason, I can see where her mindset would be. When you're a teenager, your emotions reach heights that are so high, it's almost like a drug. I was thinking about this last night in particular, about how now, as an adult, I don't feel nearly as alive or real simply because I don't feel things at the same ferocity that I once did. I became addicted to those highs and lows. It's sick, honestly. With that said, yeah, I can totally understand why a teenage girl - having been a teenage girl - would kill herself over something so seemingly "insignificant" to adults.
So, to liven the mood after that sort of somber note, here's an absolutely hilarious thing I found regarding the death of Tamagotchi's themselves. When a pet dies, at least in Japan, the toy usually then features a headstone and a ghost. However, thanks to the puritanical overlords in the good ol' US of A, the English versions of the toy have changed this to show an angel at death. But, as if that wasn't weird enough, some, for some reason, show a UFO instead, presumably indicating the pets return to their "home planet". But frankly, to me, this just makes it feel like a UFO is the same as an angel. Nothing like believing in the church of the unidentified, am I right? I'm Jewish, myself, so I don't really care either way what it chooses to show, but I say if you're going to make it show an angel, then do that for all of them. Go big or go home, guys. Don't wuss out and throw in something random like a UFO, because then you're confusing something real (UFO's) with something false (Heaven), and that's just going to bother everyone, quite frankly.
All in all, the Tamagotchi is honestly, in hindsight, a groundbreaking toy in many ways.
It not only paved the way for all the other e-pets, online or physical, but also a trailblazer in interactive toys of its kind. It really should be remembered as more than simply a "fad", and speaking of fads, I hope one day we can bring them back. I miss seeing everyone collectively being into one single item and everyone showing one another their own item. With a world so split apart these days, fads may be the one thing that could still unite the people. Hell, maybe the fad will be saved by the Tamagotchi, even.
Here's to hoping that's how it goes down.
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