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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....
