It was a typical summer day. I was window shopping around Valley Fair when I spotted a ridiculously long line coiled around Pop Mart.
At this point, I was not aware of Pop Mart’s cultural significance. It was just another store to me — that was, until I saw it. Its demonic eyes pierced straight into my soul. I jumped back in fright. It was a Labubu.
Why anyone would stand in line for hours for a $50 plushie that looks like it monitors your every move is beyond me. They remind me of rabbits, but with humongous eyes and a grimacing smile that appears in my nightmares. I can rationalize the hype over products like Stanley Cups or Sonny Angels — they’re somewhat useful and visually pleasing. But Labubus — what purpose do they serve besides potentially summoning demons?
I am proud to say that I have never purchased a Labubu, Dubai chocolate or a 24k-gold-karat-Dubai-chocolate-Crumbl-cookie-Labubu. While I will not judge you for dangling a Labubu keychain from your purse, I will have a very obvious, visceral reaction every time I see it.
