This was my favorite Fisher Price Adventure People action figure when I was a kid. My brothers had the whole TV Action Team: The cameraman, the Lou Asner body-shape editor, the large TV camera that wheels about, the news truck. And this woman, the field reporter. She's rare now -- the whole set is, apparently -- "skirt is often damaged" says the fellow who has posted a taxonomy of Fisher Price Adventure People online. I remember that rubber skirt, the way it felt when I flicked it idly with my finger while waiting for my cue to go on air from the cameraman, manned by one of my brothers. I played with Adventure People for way longer than it was cool to do so; I got away with it because they belonged to my brothers, who were younger, but I hid the fact from my friends. Until my brother revealed my secret to a neighbor boy who I had a crush on. (He was kind. He said: "I sometimes play with action figures too.") This anchorwoman is one of the reasons I wanted to be a black woman when I grew up. She was out there, reporting stories, doing something cool. I don't remember exactly when I realized that was physically impossible, but when I was in high school I shared my disappointment with my dad: How I wanted to be black so that I could be like the women we knew who were generous and kind and laughed and loved in a way that felt tender and true. He said, Well: You can take them as your teachers. Work hard, love right, and maybe you'll get close.
Are y’all excited about what’s coming??? We are BESIDE ourselves, and we will be sharing more with you guys in the coming days/weeks. Meanwhile, it’s sunny today and I didn’t think after the past few weeks of rain I would ever see it again!!! So excuse me while I go lay prostrate and soak it all in☀️