I love, love, love this cover from Farm Journal Magazine, 1952. It is like the Honey Boo Boo of 1952. The pile of used flash bulbs beside the father's knee testify to the unpredictability of children. An uncooperative toddler? Really, there is nothing new under the sun.
I have only watched bits and pieces of TLC's Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. It falls into the same category for me as foreign films; if I have to read subtitles to understand what's being said, I'd rather just pass. But what I have seen has been pretty benign, all in all.
Alana, aka "Honey Boo Boo," is a remarkably normal kid who would benefit from some diction lessons, but is otherwise pretty harmless. And her mother, June, I think is crazy like a fox for milking the situation for all it's worth. She has a lot of mouths to feed in a tough economy, so kudos to her.
Julia Bricklin of Forbes writes, "TLC is trying its hardest to portray Alana’s family as a horde of lice-picking, lard-eating, nose-thumbing hooligans south of the Mason-Dixon line, but it’s not working. [It's not?] It falls flat, because there’s no true dysfunction here, save for the beauty pageant stuff."
Really? I had no idea you needed to have dysfunction to be entertained. What was I thinking?