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ladysprite) wrote2004-08-28 08:21 am
ladysprite) wrote2004-08-28 08:21 am
Infidels
I try not to be overly attatched to my childhood icons. I may not succeed, but I at least make a vague effort in that general direction. I understand that things change - both myself and the books and games and toys and shows that I loved when I was four and five years old.
That said, I'm still a product of my era. I can't recite the preamble to the constitution without singing it, I can recite 'The Poky Little Puppy' and 'One Fish, Two Fish' and 'There's A Monster At The End of This Book' from memory, and while I no longer watch it, I still have fond and vivid memories of Sesame Street as it was twenty-mumble years ago. And I can't get past the belief that it was Right then, and that it's sliding dangerously towards Wrong now.
I understand that Mr. Hooper died - there was nothing that could be done to prevent that. I gritted my teeth and accepted Elmo when he was introduced, and though it galled me, I even managed to handle the news that Mr. Snuffleupagus had been seen by people other than Big Bird. But yesterday I read in the TV news that Cookie Monster is being sent into dietary rehab.
This is not acceptable. Yes, I understand that childhood obesity is an ever-worsening problem, and that we as a culture need to find ways to encourage healthy eating and exercise in children (though to some extent I disagree that targeting kids is the way to do this, since as far as I know most preschoolers don't do the grocery shopping for their families). But.... he's Cookie Monster, for goodness sake! He eats cookies. That's his reason for existing. And I managed to watch him gobble the things every day for three or four years without suddenly expanding out of control.
Besides, Bran Monster or Broccoli Monster just don't have the same cheery sound. Though they do sound more monstrous, to be honest.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. Pardon me while I curl up in the corner with my Little Golden Books and old Sesame Street albums and deny the passage of time in the outside world....
That said, I'm still a product of my era. I can't recite the preamble to the constitution without singing it, I can recite 'The Poky Little Puppy' and 'One Fish, Two Fish' and 'There's A Monster At The End of This Book' from memory, and while I no longer watch it, I still have fond and vivid memories of Sesame Street as it was twenty-mumble years ago. And I can't get past the belief that it was Right then, and that it's sliding dangerously towards Wrong now.
I understand that Mr. Hooper died - there was nothing that could be done to prevent that. I gritted my teeth and accepted Elmo when he was introduced, and though it galled me, I even managed to handle the news that Mr. Snuffleupagus had been seen by people other than Big Bird. But yesterday I read in the TV news that Cookie Monster is being sent into dietary rehab.
This is not acceptable. Yes, I understand that childhood obesity is an ever-worsening problem, and that we as a culture need to find ways to encourage healthy eating and exercise in children (though to some extent I disagree that targeting kids is the way to do this, since as far as I know most preschoolers don't do the grocery shopping for their families). But.... he's Cookie Monster, for goodness sake! He eats cookies. That's his reason for existing. And I managed to watch him gobble the things every day for three or four years without suddenly expanding out of control.
Besides, Bran Monster or Broccoli Monster just don't have the same cheery sound. Though they do sound more monstrous, to be honest.
Wrong, wrong, wrong. Pardon me while I curl up in the corner with my Little Golden Books and old Sesame Street albums and deny the passage of time in the outside world....
Wait, what?
I believe I'll need to see a citation, young lady.
There've been rumors of Ernie getting lukemia and dying for years even though it's never been true.
Dietary rehab? What?
Tom
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OK, Cookie Monster: Put your little blue hands up and back away from the ginger snaps. An epidemic of childhood obesity is sending the voracious cookie inhaler into rehab for the show's 36th season. "Cookie Monster is going to learn a lot," says Rosemarie Truglio, vice president of research and education at Sesame Workshop, producers of Sesame Street.
The article goes on to say that other shows for kids are making similar changes.
So, perhaps CM isn't literally checking into the Betty Ford Clinic, but they're going to be emphasizing a healthy lifestyle message on Tuesdays and Thursdays.
I think that being "Bran Monster" might finally explain those googly eyes, though....
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Political.
Correctness.
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I mean, okay, I see their point, a little bit, but....
I agree. Crushed is the word.
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Oscar the Grouch is da bomb.
Schoolhouse Rock is still fabulous.
I collect cute children's books, and if anyone has a problem with it, they can bite me.
Besides, sometimes it's fun to look for subtexts. Read The Rabbits' Wedding sometime. Written in the 1950's, about a little black bunny in love with a little white bunny, so they get married. That's a subversive document if I ever saw one!
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I mean, I always thought he just had a really good metabolism, hence the lack of shape-changing.
Of course, he also only ever got about half the cookies down his gullet and those ones went down mostly whole. I always wondered if that caused him worse problems.
Still, in the case of eating large pieces of machinery or non-food objects, I can see why his friends might want to intervene, before he winds up like poor Hamish Mactavish.
*hugs*
LMG
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LMAO. That's going in my quote file.
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Wow. That so sounds like a headline from The Onion.
Well, so long as they keep his passion for cookies, I don't really care if they cut down on the quantity, or have some healthy-eating discussions, or throw in the occasional 'C is for Carrot'.
...
OK, maybe I do mind that last one.
(O blue-furred Dionysian friend - who will show us the joys of unfettered indulgence as you once did?)
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Cookie monster? Well, I just hope they do it right, or at least don't do it too wrong.
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Ok... Big Bird was a yellowish-grey. And Kermit was a greenish-grey. And if the count had colour, it was probably red & black.
*sigh*
The world changes.
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