Monday, July 22, 2013
This doesn't really have anything to do with fitness or health, per se. It's something that's been on my mind. I have a three-year-old nephew, and, as toddlers are wont to do, they like Saturday morning cartoons. No shame in that. I remember getting up at the crack of dawn to watch cartoons on Saturday mornings, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay back in the late '70s-early '80s. Heck, I still remember the TV schedule, and I also remember how much my feng shui was disturbed when the networks changed things up. Trauma. My life was completely over.
Anyway, my sister and I were texting each other, and she was talking about how much the boy likes Spongebob Squarepants. I wanted to be a "hip" and "with-it" aunt, so I decided to research this Spongebob individual and see what all the fuss was about.
Were the creators high when they made this stuff? I mean, seriously, this cartoon is demented, and there are some parts that little kids might not pick up on, but mom and dad sure will. I couldn't make it through an entire episode (although my sister did send me the one about Squidward in Clarinet Land, and THAT was funny after a couple glasses of wine). I had to shake my head. What on earth are television executives pouring into kids' heads these days? It's an outrage, I thought.
I decided to see if I could find episodes of some of my favorite cartoons so I could educate my poor nephew and rescue him from such obvious bilge water my sister was entertaining him with. I found some episodes of Danger Mouse, which I remembered to be singularly awesome. I was so excited to find them that I decided to watch an episode then and there.
I lasted a grand total of three minutes.
I have come to the conclusion that little kids and pothead cartoonists have similar brain structures and senses of humor. This explains why Saturday morning cartoons are so bizarre to me. I am neither a pothead cartoonist or a little kid.
Best of luck, little dude. Enjoy your Spongebob.