Where to begin? I bought this Pee-Wee Herman action figure when I lived in Las Vegas. (Yes, I lived in Las Vegas). That was around the year 2000. Since then, this thing has moved along with me about 5 times. My thought was that it would someday reside in my office at work—that it would only leave its packaging when it had a lovely desk to live on. I am working from my third cubicle now, and I see no office in my future (other than a home office!).
Why could I not just love Pee-Wee's Playhouse without having to attach those feelings to a plastic toy? (I confess that I recently got rid of my Mulder and Scully action figures, too.) This, I suppose, is emotional consumerism. I am marking my official sensitivity to this issue by selling my Pee-Wee doll at an a tag sale today. I'm not concerned about its selling price (despite still being in its package) — I just want it to go.
On the topic of the unnecessary accumulation of trendy, media-driven garbage, I cannot believe that Disney-Pixar has the nerve to sell toys from the anti-consumerism themed movie, WALL•E. That is so very sad.
ADDENDUM (10/4/08): Pee-Wee sold for $2 to a woman who was living with her sister in Sarasota, FL when Paul Reubens was arrested there. She bought it as a gag gift for her sister.