It’s about time I put this vanity blog to use again.
See, I kept this site going thinking basically I wasn’t going to last at BigSoccer THAT long, and that I’d have a lot of intelligent things to say about politics, sex and religion.
Oh, look, a big plate of wrong. Looks yummy!
Anyway, thanks to wonderful little Sophia Cat, I watch a LOT of Nick Jr. these days.
Sophia tends to be uncritical about her shows, much like her father was as a lad. She has a couple of real favorites, and a bunch that she tolerates.
Sadly, she loves the color purple, and she loves dinosaurs. It’s tough to tell her that while dinosaurs and purple are wonderful things separately, put them together and they become Satanic.
I never realized how truly awkward Barney is. The whole show is dedicated to showing us what a wonderful friend he is to everyone. If he were in a singles bar, he’d be the one lecturing on how women should date nice guys like him. Nice dinosaurs. Whatever. Why is he so god-damned needy in the first place, anyway? There are words for those who need constant validation, especially from young children, and none of them are compliments.
Barney is the very, very worst of a strain of children’s television stars who can Do No Wrong, but there are others. It can be kind of a pill to watch, to say the least – big-eyed little heroes and heroines surrounded by goofy animal pals who only exist so that the protagonist can make value judgments about them. I suppose this is dirty pool, but Dora the Explorer and Kai-Lan are literally surrounded by untermenschen.
Has Dora EVER gotten lost? Has Kai-Lan EVER thrown a tantrum? She should, all her animal friends are amazingly annoying.
Dora and Kai-Lan – and Dora’s idiot cousin Diego, who ALWAYS talks in the SAME WEIRDLY EXICTED CADENCE! -also address the audience, presumably to ask them for assistance. I imagine this came back into fashion because of “Blue’s Clues” (which is actually a lot of fun, and holds up pretty well), but it reminds me more of Mr. Rogers.
Who was as infallible as either Barney or Dora, but somehow not as annoying. He didn’t surround himself with an adoring cult, for one thing. Mr. Rogers, like Captain Kangaroo, had a bunch of friends and acquaintances, but those guys didn’t demand they spend all day telling us how wonderful they were. Mr. Rogers was also suitably grounded in reality.
Although even as a child I remember Mr. Rogers being extremely slow, in comparison with Sesame Street. I suppose today’s kids would find him painful to deal with.
That’s not to say there aren’t some really fun shows out there – but Wubbzy and Olivia are wonderful because they make mistakes. In fact, not only is Wubbzy a chronic screw-up, so is pretty much everyone in Wuzzleburg. Wubbzy and the gang learn lessons – they have to, based on the damage they do – but no one’s in a position to constantly lecture the others. It’s hard to give a heartfelt moral sermon when you’re covered in grapeity-grape juice.
Olivia thinks she’s as infallible as Dora, if not more so – but the world doesn’t play along with her – she has to back up her assertions. She has to do homework, and sell cookies, and put up with her little brothers, and all the little childhood annoyances. Olivia keeps her incredible self-image not in the face of adversity, but of frustration and boredom. I’m sure there are millions who would want to see Olivia make a guest appearance in a BLT. But I think she’s a peach.
Coming up next on “Who Sucks On Nick Jr.” – why doesn’t Little Bear maul and devour his friends?