I'm really sitting here with my mouth agape in consideration of this NYTimes editorial. Welcome to Idiocracy. Charles Blow, him say:
Big Bird is the man. He’s 8 feet tall. He can sing and roller skate and ride a unicycle and dance. Can you do that, Mr. Romney? I’m not talking about your fox trot away from the facts. I’m talking about real dancing.
Since 1969, Big Bird has been the king of the block on “Sesame Street.” When I was a child, he and his friends taught me the alphabet and the colors and how to do simple math.
Do you know how to do simple math, Mr. Romney? Maybe you and the Countess Von Backward could exchange numbers.
I can't think of a better indictment of a Sesame Street education than those three 'paragraphs', nor a more incisive slam on the NYT editorial staff than their publication.
But some of us, notably this woman, have not taken leave of our senses, even in jest.
As a kid, I don't recall ever getting into Sesame Street. Probably because, with the exception of the dude who lived in the trash can, they never really got mad, or smart, or anxious, or whatever. They were simple, as opposed to complex, characters. I preferred the two old muppets who would hurl insults down at the rest of the muppets from the mezzanine, or Bugs Bunny, who stayed slaying dudes with his cunning nature (remember when he gave that long haired monster a perm?). I guess that, even as a kid, I knew there was more to me than wholesome goodness, and I resonated with characters who reflected that. Since there's been so much attention on Big Bird these last few days, just thought I'd share that. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLdKU4JCYqg