Oh, Parenting, what have you done to me?
What’s happening to me?
I mean, I used to be able to just sit in front of the TV and take whatever was presented to me at face value. An alien from the planet Ork living in Boulder? I’m right with you.
Two nubile young ladies living with a man pretending to be gay? Could happen. Nothing wrong with that.
But now? Now, I’m starting to look at seemingly innocuous television shows with a a different eye.
Take Dora, for example. When watching that show (and it’s only been a few times), I can’t help but wonder… Where are this girls parents? She could get hurt! Shouldn’t somebody be calling CPS?
And then there’s Curious George. In today’s episode Curious George was taken away by a kite and was flying high above the countryside (By the way, when did George leave the city for the country? That’s just not right.). While watching George flying above the ground, instead of indulging myself in cartoon fantasy, all I could think about was that poor George was going to plummet to his death. I felt the urge to tell my kids, “That’s dangerous!”
Look what fatherhood has done to me! I mean, all of a sudden the thought of letting some rainbow wearing alien with a fascination of eggs near my children makes my skin crawl. I can’t stand it! I’m being so… so… parental! Aaaaagh! When will this stop?!
Please, help me.
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Same thing here…. cept not just with TV. I’m not one to be all picky about cursing, but the other day someone said S**T in front of my son, and I prickled. I never do that!! I guess we just want what’s best for our kids.
Comment by Corinne — July 3, 2007 @ 8:57 am
You missed the theme between your two examples. Monkeys. Monkeys=Safety.
Comment by whit — July 3, 2007 @ 10:58 am
Curious George and the man with the yellow hat keep a country house, as well as their apartment in the city. Apparently, raising a monkey pays well.
Sorry, what you have is incurable and will only get worse.
Comment by Deanna — July 3, 2007 @ 11:13 am
Happens to all of us man… whenever the girls watch ‘Handy Manny’ I’m sitting in the room screaming to myself that Manny doesnt do a damn thing… the tools do all the work and yet he gets the credit…
You can’t escape it…
Comment by Kemp — July 3, 2007 @ 11:45 am
I don’t want to send anyone into shock but you could always do what my dad did for me and my three sisters…
We watched way too much TV so he cut the cord. Literally. Snip, right above the plug in.
Of course, being a handy-man he then attached a new plug in that required two pieces (meaning Mom and Dad hid the second piece rather often). It was often more fun trying to find the second piece than actually watching TV.
Besides, TV is overrated. Reading is pretty cool, and so is the *warning: you may want to be sitting!* OUTDOORS!
Comment by Momma Em — July 3, 2007 @ 11:58 am
I’m not that bad with TV shows, but when someone does something mean or bad that’s supposed to be funny, I be sure to mention it…before Clare I’d laugh right along.
Comment by Darren — July 3, 2007 @ 7:56 pm
I have the same problems with TV. I am unfortunately the minority in the family. My daughter even named her fish Lennie Briscoe and Jack McCoy. It’s okay — she’s 20.
Comment by Daisy — July 5, 2007 @ 11:27 am