What these sexy gentlemen are holding is called a Speak and Spell. In the 80s it was pretty hot shit, you could type a word and a tinny mechanical voice would say the word. It was pretty rad, trust me, my friend Anne Tremont-Nelson had one.
One day, while playing at Anne’s house we decided to make the Speak and Spell say the dirtiest word we could think of…butt. (We were pretty sheltered.) Over and over again we made that harsh, robotic voice say “butt, butt, butt.” It was hilarious!
Suddenly, Anne’s mom came downstairs and confiscated the Speak and Spell, saying that she was very disapointed in us. It seems that big girls didn’t use the Speak and Spell to say naughty words.
To this day I don’t know if Anne’s mom heard the Speak and Spell or if Anne’s stupid little brother Anders told on us. I suspect Anders, he always was a bit of a telly cat. Anyway, I was terrified that Anne’s mom would tell my mom that I using the Speak and Spell to say such awful things. Terrified. Anne’s mom proved to be pretty cool though and never spilled the beans.
Last week I spilled them myself to my sister when a Speak and Spell showed up on TV and reminded me of this gem of a story. She made me fess up to my mother who was still, 20 some odd years later, disapointed in me. Some things never change I suppose.