I see here where Hello Kitty, the mouthless Japanese cat who has sold a (hundred) thousand handbags, turns forty this year. This means I was nearly old enough to drink in any state in the Union before she was invented. Yike.
In honor of this milestone, I invite readers to enjoy some of the Psychological Tests purveyed by Sanrio on the Hello Kitty website (yeah, I figured out a backdoor method of getting to these without subscribing, so let’s hope the links hold up).
I always get Sigmund Freud on that last one. Curious. Supposedly I see deep into people. I am interested in mysterious forces so I should use my talent to help others. I’m really fondest of the work of Freudian heretic Carl Jung, but I also always said I’d rather dine with Freud, who understood the value of coffeehouse klatsch and a good wine too. Jung was the man for ambiguous symbols though. The Dear knows what he would have made of Hello Kitty.