I can't find the article on the online version of Time magazine, but I read in this week's issue that the Sesame Street 1969-1974 DVD has a warning on it. The story lines "may not suit the needs of today's preschool child. Apparently some of the concerns are that Cookie Monster eats too many cookies and Oscar the Grouch is too grouchy. Egad.
Oh, for fuck's sake! I'm sure these are the same people who believe Mr. Rodgers taught kids to be entitled, self-absorbed little brats because he says everyone is special the way they are.
Maybe Cookie Monster did eat too many cookies, but that's what the 70s were all about. Excess! Live fast, die young, eat a lot of cookies, and leave a bloated, furry corpse.
I watched an episode of Mr. Rogers the other day and I sure as hell fealt special and appreciated for those 20 or so minutes.
I believe it. I heard they changed the Three Little Pigs into the Three Little Puppies so as not to traumatize fragile Muslim youngsters. [EDIT - Link]
The Looney Tunes DVD's have the same warning. If loving Bugs Bunny in blackface is wrong, I don't want Littleflow to be right.
Can't find the original MSN article I read a week or so ago but here's another: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2007/11/18/new-sesame-street-dvd-of-_n_73191.html
Man, remember when people had thicker skin? I think we all — me without question — take ourselves way too seriously. This PC thing needs to go away.
My wife got the Muppets season 1 on DVD. It's unrepentantly violent. Mad bombers, muppets waving around what appear to be real guns, muppets getting murdered, in one song Ruth Buzzie and a big monster muppet beat the wholly living hell out of each other to the lyrics of 'It had to be you.' Clearly about domestic violence. I love it.
SS has been fucked since the Snuffleupagus became visible to everyone. I always found a delicious irony in that nobody believed in a wooly mammoth with a preschool personality when they were hearing it from a seven foot tall talking canary.
This is why America is doomed. We've been working on a couple generations of pussies now. Now when I was little, we weren't exactly fire-eaters either. And we were starting to see the sitcom trend of Dad is an idiot and Mom knows everything. (Thanks Bill Cosby! ) But now...the future belongs to the Chinese. And maybe the Indians.
WTF....Sesame Street is too much?? Sesame Street! These are probably the same people letting their brats play Grand Theft Auto and other 'adult' video games. I am trying to figure people out...what do they want? To wrap children in a false cocoon of utopia and bland, colorless uniformity while the world goes to hell around them full of wars, starving, terrorists, natural disasters.... It is insanity.
So I guess repeating the first 10 minutes of the movie Full Metal Jacket verbatim when I first met my now nine year old step-son would get some folks panties in a twist?
It's funny, but when I was a kid, Mr. Potatohead came with a pipe. we have pictures of my brother wearing the Mr Potatohead glasses and the pipe in his mouth. we had candy cigarettes, plastic pipes for blowing bubbles, cap guns painted black, toys that shot missiles, and all that cool shit. When my dad was a kid he bought a rifle with his own money via the mail. He had chemistry sets with all kinds of cool chemicals including a radioative one or two. We've banned all of that in the name of safety and the problems in society just keep getting worse. Maybe letting kids get into fistfights and play on moneybars and play in the woods isn't a bad thing.
I had the original Mr. Potato head with the pipe! He had a jackhammer too - wind it up and it hammered away for about a minute. Also loved fistfighting and building tree forts, riding a bike without a helmet and Lawn Darts. I explored the woods and set off firecrackers too.
I loved the bubble gum cigarettes that you could blow into them and stuff would come out like smoke. That and the wax bottles with fruit juice in them. I used to chew the wax like gum.
I always thought Gina was sweet. This pic makes her resemble porn star Ginger Lynn. Man, what a crazy sit-com mixup that would be!
Heh. I was a kid during the heydey of Evel Knievel. Not only did no one have bike helmets, we'd take a board and a milk crate and build a ramp at the bottom of the hill, on the dirt trail behind the house. IIRC, there was a little stream down there as well. So we'd barrel down the hill on our bikes and try to jump the stream--again, no helmet whatsoever. Well, that's not entirely true. We did have a blue and yellow toy store motorcycle helmet that was almost certainly far more dangerous than not wearing any helmet at all. The cheap tinted faceshield cut down on your ability to see and the various hard plastic edges inside the helmet would've almost certainly cut you in a crash.