Betty Crocker has undergone transformationsover the years. The latest makeover she had was in 1996. There was a whole scientific study done before changing her look. In fact, a large group of American were taken, and their features were incorporated, so that Betty doesn’t look like a particular woman, but many women. There are whole sites devoted to the racial makeup of the new Betty, some downright scholarly.
One report goes on to say: “The perception of what is typically American is also shifting. The old Betty Crocker symbolized the blending or mixing of bakery ingredients. The new Betty Crocker symbolizes the blending or mixing of races. The racial average of a population is its racial destiny, the racial future. The new Betty Crocker is a symbol of our intended future. The racial destiny of the American population is to be “Betty Crockerized,” its ingredients blended together toward the racial average, and cooked in the racial meltdown of the “melting pot.”
The next time someone asks me about my friends who adopted two international children, I am just going to say that they have a “Crockerized” family. I am sure that will go over well. As far as my friends go, it is the first, and only marriage for both of them, otherwise if it wasn’t and they both came with kids from a previous marriage, I think “blended family” would just be rude. I’ll call them a “KitchenAid” or “Cuisinart” family and people would think I am totally off my rocker or insensitively assuming my friends are such culinary aficianados that they would think the reference was cute.
More so than mulling over such serious topics, I thought it would be much more fun to ask:
Which Betty are you?
I am not so much asking what you physically look like, but which Betty Crocker embodies your attitude?
Are you the new Betty who is neat but casual, shown prominently on my site? Are you the 1972 Betty with the Ann Landers hair, ready to dole out sassy kitchen advice?**
I think I am more like 1965 Betty. I think I always wanted to have flipped hair, except I came of age during the era of the spiral perms and peacock’s butt hair. My hair would have probably wanted to be more of a “That Girl” flip, though, which came later. I would carry my proper little purse, but wear miniskirts. Betty and me would be like Barbie and Midge. Midge was always slightly more mod than Barbie. Or I would be Little Sister Skipper.
I would, as 1965 Betty, like to make things that required serving pieces that you only used for that particular dish and were useless otherwise. For example, clam shell plates for clams casino, that you wouldn’t use any other time.
I know my choice is a little superficial…let’s see what you come up with.
Which Betty would you be?
Choose from the Bettys (Betties? Betty’s?) above.
Below: 1986 Betty vs 1930s Betty
(**= My Mom was 1972 Betty Crocker. She taped Ann Landers and Dear Abby Columns to my bedroom door)
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