Few kids' TV shows creep me out as much as Yo Gabba Gabba does.
Give me the penile Boobahs or the Teletubbies' sun baby any day -- both
are less disturbing than DJ Lance and his freaky little toys. Heck, I'd
even spend 15 minutes alone with a clown before I'd subject myself to
Yo Gabba Gabba.
Which seems to put me in the minority in
Strollerderbyland. It also strips me of any shreds of hipster cred I
might have had. I'm OK with this. Anything that puts me in the camp
that Neal Pollack isn't in is a good thing.
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