"...A sudden tax audit, a root canal, a horde of soldier ants carousing atop your privates -- all of these would surely be worse, yes … but not by much. Like so many others, I spent hours glued to my parents' old Zenith, glazed gaze held in check by Fred and Barney and Wilma and Betty..."
"...Last May, tensions reached a flash point over the fate of a pair of dogs named Wilma and Betty. On a Facebook page shared by Animal Center staff, volunteers, and foster care providers, alarmed volunteers protested Wilma's being placed for adoption without her "bonded" companion Betty, and were further incensed to learn that the adopter had a prior arrest for leaving a dog in a vehicle. [inset-1-right]..."
"...The Flintstones saved me. Every day after junior high, eating toast smeared with jelly, I watched Fred and Wilma, Barney and Betty, Pebbles and Bamm-Bamm, and, of course, Dino the Dinosaur..."
"...Holiday dresses started at $14, jewelry was $3-15, and hats, scarves, and all kinds of other accessories were just as affordable. Jacki was wild, trying on pearls the size of Betty Rubble's and a big black Audrey Hepburn hat that she had to have..."
"...He callously fires best friend Barney (Moranis) and lives the country-club life before the whole thing starts caving in on him. Trite, huh? Aw, who the hell cares?! Goodman's bulk and mannerisms make him the perfect Fred, Moranis is spot-on as the dimwitted Barney, Rosie O'Donnell has Betty's giggle down pat, and Elizabeth Perkins ....."
"...In his book The Posters & Art of Frank Kozik, the poster artist has a three-word analysis of the image: "I'm sorry, Yogi..." Remember that cartoon voice? Why, why that's sacrilege! Kozik has raped our collective cartoon consciousness. And what about that Butthole Surfers/Bad Livers New Year's Eve poster in which bondage babe Betty Rubble is frenching Wilma Flintstone (also a mural down at your friendly, neighborhood punk club, Emo's)? Why it's perverted! Depraved! Bad taste, even!..."
"...Betty Friedan, Sally Ride..."