So, I was never a Girl Scout. I had a pretty brief and failed attempt as an Indian Princess, which was like the budget and, looking back on it, pretty offensive organization that was set up as a pre-Brownie program. The Brownies, for those not in the know, was the gateway program to being an actual Girl Scout. It apparently takes years of training to become a Girl Scout…start preparing when the baby is born. But, back to Indian Princesses. It was essentially a group of 10-15 7 year olds getting together at someone’s house each week to do an activity (building a popsicle stick teepee, creating feather headdresses) while our parents waited in the kitchen or living room listening to the Rolling Stones while drinking beer. Welcome to the suburbs. In any event, the one thing I missed out on most while being an Indian Princess was not being able to sell cookies. I longed to get the big box of Tagalongs and Thin Mints and Samoas so I knock on every door in the neighborhood, and ultimately, begging my mom to buy 15 boxes for me so I could win a trip to Space Camp. I DID eventually make it to Space Camp (Kennedy Space Center Grad, summer of 1990…wooohoo) but I never made it to the big leagues of Girl Scouts and cookie selling. That sad fact makes me all the more ticked off that big ol’ Capital C Corporation Wall Mart is attempting to bump little Girl Scouts out of the cookie selling biz all to make some more money. Sad, sad day indeed. http://adage.com/article?article_id=138272