If you were a kid during the mid-1990s then you’ll have owned a couple of things which defined you as a kid (particularly if you are a male person). You’ll have had a Mega Drive or a SNES, action figures, dinosaurs, and for a brief spell you’ll have gone crazy for a milk caps game which went by the name of POGs.
The milk cap game has been around since the 1920s, but with the Pogman character (a kind of more adorable version of the Tasmanian Devil Disney dude) and bright and colourful designs, this became a big fad from which there was simply no escape! Unfortunate for many a parent, that.
Right, in 1994 these things called POGs (which you can see pictured, fool) emerged which caught the imagination of many school kids from the era. This included our very own esteemed editor, Mr. Wapojif. With their bright colours and relatively amusing designs, they were pretty awesome and our man Wapojif quickly amassed a big old collection for no real intelligent reason other than to pave the way towards being a professional moron. Which was pretty useful.
Anyway, like any momentary fad (POGs died off in popularity after 1995 and haven’t been heard of since), this one was milked for all its worth! All sorts of merchandise emerged for POGs, including fluffy toys of Pogman, board games, and even a POG making kit. It was POG heaven!
In our school yard they became the stuff of legend, even surpassing the conker for popularity. Wapojif, as a dumb lad, became rather infatuated over the designs, purchasing many packets of the damn things from which you’d acquire six or so POGs in an attempt to complete the set.
Of course, the collection you got in each packet was utterly arbitrary so you’d amass many of the same POGs in pursuit of completing the set. Whilst that type of thing should have been outlawed, it sure was a clever scheme to eradicate loose change from many a beleaguered parent’s wallets. For the kid, it was often a case of buy a packet of POGs and you’d just get a load of ones you’ve already got 20 times over. Nightmare!
POGs were banned at our primary school due to illegal school yard trading and numerous incidents with the much feared kini. You see, POGs could be used as part of a game: you’d stack them up and smash a hard plastic kini into the stack to see how many you could flip the right way up. Naturally, this presented an excellent opportunity for a kini to lodge itself into many a stupid child’s eyeball, thusly rendering POGs too cool for school.
Mind you, other more traditional games such as conkers were also banned at our primary school after a similar eyeball related incident. We guess, at least in the North West of England, eyeball related incidents are taken rather seriously.
Kinis weren’t as colourful and likeable as POGs anyway, so we tend to look down on these diminutive contraptions with great contempt and disgust. You ruined our childhood, you depraved things!
POGs don’t have much of a legacy. It’s a tragic state of affairs. This blog post helps to bring them back to the masses but don’t except a return to stardom soon.
Indeed, today’s post isn’t so much a nostalgic celebration of a relic from our childhood, it’s more a cautionary tale about excess, human stupidity, and leaving old junk lying around to clutter up your parent’s home.
Still, it’s about the memories we suppose. The fact these things have stayed in such great condition for the last 22 years is impressive, thusly displaying we were purchasing high-quality products.
Perhaps this is the legacy of the POG. Whilst whoever designed all these things may now have been abducted by aliens for all we know, he, she, or it contributed happy childhood memories to many millions of 10 year olds in the mid-1990s. So, man or woman, we thank you for your above average efforts.