Princess Army

This image of Disney Princess All Hallow's Eve costumes at our local Costco doesn't quite capture the same ominous beauty of the Battlestar Galactica reboot's resurrection ship but it does do a pretty good job demonstrating how good Disney is at infiltrating our culture.

Actually, I may be wrong in this case. Infiltration is complete. Disney has become as much an integral part of American culture as jeans and Jesus. Raising your child without any one of them might get you accused of neglect.

There are other science fiction analogs to this rack of princess husks waiting to imbued with souls: the Borg, Matrix energy pods, any number of zombie movies. The promise of a Halloween night filled with underage Cinderellas and Snow Whites could be much more disturbing.
Zombie kids? No.
Cyborg kids? No.

 Imagine a night of underage Caprica Sixes.

Oh wait, that's an American Apparel ad.

Glow On, My Wee Droogies

We've come a long, weird way from cloth diapers. Now you can strap a glowing Disney princess to your toddler's crotch.

The ad copy for Be a Big Kid at Night urges users to  "Do the Glow Show" and the television commercial features an uber-dad dressed as some sort of android terrorist, with various Pixar/Disney character diapers dangling from his body like grenades. He robots his way into the kids' room, with mom as silent enabler and host, and waves a pair of flashlight beams at the giggling pairs' junk drawers. "Charge 'em up, hit the light, be a big kid at night!"

Dad and Mom retreat as she kicks off the lights, and the future therapy patients are left to stare at each others' bright, curving codpieces.

Personally, I can't wait for the Breaking Bad Depends.