At first, when I saw that Google Books has a vast volume of Working Mother magazines, I thought it was a short lived magazine for the time (the 1980s) when it was still a novel idea to have a working mother in the household, and the magazine folded sometime in the early 1990s, when a working mother wasn’t a rare thing. No, they’re still publishing. Let’s see what those working mommies were doing in May of 1985.
“DON’T TELL YOUR FATHER…."
In this age of Food Network, and food blogging, and to a much, much, much, lesser extent stupid Pinterest, I’ve never seen mayo used in a recipe for bbq sauce. I wonder what was considered "hot pepper sauce” in the 1980s? When I think of hot pepper sauce now, I think of something like Siracha, or the chili sauce that has the rooster from the siracha bottle on it. I looked up “hot pepper sauce” on amazon, and what came up was hot sauces. Why didn’t they just write “hot sauce”?
Back when the See & Say still had that string that always broke/always was a strangulation hazard.
OOo, we got ourselves a hot 1980s dad. Did anybody’s dad really look Scott Bakula-esque back then, or was that just advertising?
I’ve always loved this “trapezoid” design to the JCPenney television and print ads in the mid 1980s:
A few years ago, my mom lamented about my dad taking the first picture ever of me on the day I was born with a polaroid. I don’t understand why, I think its neat, considering how much of my life I’ve chronicled in polaroids.
Hilarious that back then to look up something, and to avoid long distance fees, it was advised that you buy a twenty four dollar book.
Cuz I know I serve tomato roses in the great outdoors?
I never want to see “dirty diaper” and “bundle of joy” in the same sentence ever again. Why does it remind me of those creepy adult babies?
The turtle is still being made after all these years!
There’s also a 33rd Anniversary Turtle that doesn’t look like our turtle. He looks like something from “Dinosaurs”, like he could be related to Robbie’s badass friend, Spike.
A working mother still needs to get her smoke on.
I really want this haircut, I’m not even kidding.
The juxtaposition of these two pages amuses me.
For a good five, ten seconds I had no clue what the mom in yellow was eating, at first I saw the lady in blue with the milkshake, and then I saw the lady in yellow gnawing on something. At first i thought it was a chicken leg, until I looked at the left again and saw that they were caramel apples. What’s up with the poor girl hanging on to her mom?
I’ve died and gone to pink heaven. ‘Dat Tab ad. It also includes the seldom seen, quickly discontinued caffeine free Tab:
I like Tab, but I don’t obsess over Tab like I do with Diet Coke. I find Tab too sweet to drink 24/7 like with Diet Coke.
The only things that should be in Grape Nuts is yogurt, milk, and that crazy Grape Nut ice cream Hersheys makes. Not on … omelets.
I had that blue bucktoothed bunny hippo one?
I was really surprised to see the condom ad in here. I’ve always loved the hokeyness of 1980s condom boxes.
…that’s not funny.
That is not a Reuben sandwich.
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