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Velma Dinkley rocks

Imagine a world without Scooby Doo.
For our Austin, the show is everything. He frequently demands we ‘spliddup and look for clues’. He’s developed a verbal tic around the word ‘like’, in true Shaggy style (it’s like, groovy, man…). And his favourite term of address is ‘hey, you guys….’

I’ve enjoyed having our winter brightened up by these little nuggets of 1970s Californian argot. But should I be concerned that, for the last year, Scooby Doo has (by a long way) been top viewing choice for Austin? He’s had brief dalliances with Tree Fu Tom, Mike the Knight and Thomas the Tank Engine, but he’s always returned to the good old Mystery Gang.

I remember my own love for Scooby Doo. The never-ending parade of (fake) monsters and creepy ghouls fed my insatiable interest in all things supernatural. And now it seems to be contributing to Austin’s vivid imagination.

But the era that brought us this spooked-up version of The Famous Five, also delivered such horrors as Till Death Us Do Part and Captain Caveman. Although the male-female relationships in Scooby Doo aren’t as barbaric, do we really need our children to have role models like Aryan gym bunny Fred, or limp-wristed prom queen Daphne?

But wait: there’s Velma Dinkley.
The girl (woman?) is uber-cool. She must be one of the biggest sartorial influences on our age. Where would we be without the original purveyor of geek chic?
Anyone who loves Scooby Doo, learns from Velma that smart is hot. It’s she who solves all the mysteries. She holds down a ‘proper’, high-profile job (as a NASA research scientist, in the ‘Scooby and Scrappy Doo’ series). And all this is done without the need for romantic involvement.*
Velma Dinkley was my first girl-crush. I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be her. She was super-intelligent, had a great set of loyal friends, and was savvy enough to see the scary monsters for what they were: manipulative ploys, devised by immoral adults (who always got their comeuppance at the hands of Velma and the other ‘meddling kids’).
I’m delighted that Austin loves Scooby Doo, if only so I can renew my own acquaintance with Velma (and Scooby Doo’s magnificently varied array of baddies).
My only disappointment came when I asked Austin whether Mummy was more like Velma or Daphne. I waited with bated breath as he considered his answer. Did my son see me as a (slightly frumpy) brain, or as a vacuous glamour-puss?
“You’re not like either of them, Mummy.”
“You’re like Shaggy. Your hair’s the same.”
That’s like, brilliant, man…..

*Except in Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated. Which, as a series, is a travesty. Velma and Shaggy as an item, with Scooby as jealous onlooker? What a load of tosh. Luckily this is the only part of the Scooby Doo franchise that Austin doesn’t like, so we don’t have to watch it.

13 Comments

  • Catherine Prescott
    March 5, 2013 at 11:38 pm

    Hilarious!

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    • Nell Heshram
      March 6, 2013 at 8:23 am

      Thanks! 🙂

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  • Mammasaurus
    March 6, 2013 at 10:50 am

    I too would love to be Velma but fear I am like a podgy Shaggy!

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    • Nell Heshram
      March 6, 2013 at 2:07 pm

      hee hee – at least you’d be able to enjoy all those (Scooby) snacks! Thanks for the comment x

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  • Kate @craftsonsea
    March 6, 2013 at 7:34 pm

    I love Velma too 🙂 For what it’s worth, my son pointed to a picture of a cow today and asked ‘is that mummy?’ Yeah, cheers for that one son…

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    • Nell Heshram
      March 6, 2013 at 8:18 pm

      Ha ha! Well I hope it was a long-lashed lovely cow, like Ermintrude from the Magic Roundabout! Cheeky little poppet.

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  • Jenography.net
    March 7, 2013 at 4:50 pm

    You’ve reignited my slumbering girl crush on Velma. Also of note: her stocky (but not fat) thighs and great socks-and-miniskirt combo. Velma, you, like, totally rule.

    A kid could have worse role models by far.

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    • Nell Heshram
      March 7, 2013 at 6:45 pm

      You’re right, the girl has style. Emulated by cool cats down through the ages (Daniel Clowes’s Enid springs to mind….).

      Thanks for your comment!

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  • Steph (@imcountingufoz)
    March 9, 2013 at 9:43 am

    Haha great post, I too, live in a Scooby Doo household. My son loves it.

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    • Nell Heshram
      March 9, 2013 at 10:15 am

      It’s inescapable, isn’t it! Thanks for stopping by.

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    • Steph (@imcountingufoz)
      March 9, 2013 at 4:56 pm

      Better faithful old Scoobs than some of the tosh that graces our screens these days! /endgrumpyoldwomanrant 🙂

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  • Actually Mummy...
    March 10, 2013 at 2:55 pm

    Fantastic! I always wanted to be Daphne, but I was much more of a Velma…

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    • Nell Heshram
      March 10, 2013 at 7:06 pm

      You should be proud! x

      Reply

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