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Julia Große on the timeless appeal of a
mouthless plastic cat.
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Hello Kitty was born 1975 in London and today she's one
year older than me. Her weight is the same as those of three apples. I
went to school and did my homework. Hello Kitty made teaparties, baked
delicious donuts, met her friends, little cute monkeys, rabbits, moles,
or played the piano. Her whole live was similar to the live of little
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The thing that made us laugh and cry was Hello Kittys
timeless, supercute face and her curious silence. Nobody has Hello Kitty
ever heard saying a single word. But that didn't interest us. We loved
to be silent. Be silent while be surrounded by Hello Kittys perfect world
of plastic.
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But for us Hello Kitty always stays the same. She
never grows old and always looks good. Ok, she goes with the time, is
snowboarding and you can find her face on sushi-maschines and vibrators.
But in the inside, she stayed always the same. Hello Kitty has no mouth.
So what? The message she's got is simple: Make yourself comfortable. Always
try to look good. Always have something to bake at home. Julia Große
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