Major ick
Ok here’s “Olly” of “Pop n Olly” –
I don’t like it – the minute plus 8 seconds I managed to watch – but then I’m primed not to like it. But then I’m primed not to like it for reasons, and some of the reasons are right there. He’s too fucking perky. I didn’t like excess perky when I was five, let alone older than that.
But more to the point, there’s a creepy mismatch between the perky bubbly twinkly presentation, meant for toddlers who don’t know many words yet, and the subject matter. If you’re going to do a tv series explaining “gender” and “identity” and “romantic love” and “sexual orientation” and “privilege” and “discrimination” and more to children then you need a much less dorky, cutesie, bubbly-twinkly persona to do it with. Olly seems to be talking to three-year-olds, and does it really make sense to teach three-year-olds about “identity” and “privilege” and “discrimination”?
No, it doesn’t, so why are they doing it? I suppose it’s the usual depressing reason. Get them young, teach them the doctrines, close the door behind them. Grooming, in short – grooming at least for “trans activism” and sharing the dogma of Our Lord Jesus Transalpine.
Somehow con schools into using your cringy manic way too friendly videos to indoctrinate children into the Mandated Beliefs, and make money doing it.
Send the asteroid.
Haha I literally could not bear to watch anything that was aimed at my age group as a child. I just couldn’t understand what was wrong with these people – why were they talking like that? Did they think children were stupid? Anyway, I made it to the end, and one of the next two videos lined up is
Jamie – a transgender Cinderella story
I guess it makes a perverse kind of sense to tell kids that you can turn girls into boys with a story where a pumpkin gets turned into a carriage.
Catwhisperer, maybe there’s some hope in what you say.
If trans dogma has reached the cloyingly preachy baby talk stage, then maybe the next generation will grow up thinking it’s stupid.
Catwhisperer same same SAME. Lordy how I hated that stuff. Give me sarcastic Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck, not all this ewy gooey sappy cuddly BABY TALK.
Same. Engaging with things “made for kids” felt like being forced to pretend I was dumber than I was in order to please other people. I especially hated when an adult would “put something on” for me and then stay in the room and watch along, because then I’d be under extra pressure to perform at enjoying myself, when I couldn’t care less about the Care Bears or whatever was on the screen. (Thank goodness my mum never did that to me. She let me watch along with whatever she watched, which was mostly news programmes.) I still liked silly fun, as kids do, just not syrupy made-for-kids “fun.” Like David Letterman and SCTV and Remington Steele and Cheers and Looney Tunes and Moonlighting and Fawlty Towers — and especially, because my homosexuality was already peeking through the cracks, Bosom Buddies, the one where Tom Hanks and Peter Scolari had to dress up and pretend to be women in order to live in a cheap apartment. Little boy me LOVED that show.
(Looking back, I wonder if maybe my obsession with Bosom Buddies explains a thing or two about my, er, strong engagement with the gender mess!)
Artymorty: as a small child, I made a strong distinction between funny cartoons and dumb toy-commercial cartoons, even though I didn’t realise it at the time.
Wait a minute, women are entitled to cheap apartments??? Why was I never told?!
It was a sitcom (one of the stupider ones) about two men pretending to be women to get into a women only apartment complex. The premise was considered absurd at the time, but nowadays they take this approach very serously indeed.
No offense Arty, I generally despise sitcoms. Busom Buddies was a ripoff of Three’s Company (also yuck) where there wasn’t actually a gay character, but one pretending to be gay to live in an apartment with two women, so people wouldn’t think it was polygamy or some scandalous thing. I was probably too old to enjoy either show, and as I recall, I developed my dislike of sitcoms when I found out what laugh tracks were all about. Cue the laughter. :P
This may come as a surprise, but I preferred the Warner Bros. cartoons as well, even to most other cartoons. At their best (What’s Opera, Doc?), they really were works of art.
Truth.
Well thank you, I wasn’t familiar with that one and now I’ve seen it.
https://www.facebook.com/watch/?v=1199392770567826
Sorry, I thought that might be viewable for non-Facebookers but it seems not. I didn’t see other sources in a quick look.
The premise behind Bosom Buddies was so silly that I think they abandoned it after the first season. A talented couple of leads (Hanks and Scolari) and a great theme song (Billy Joel’s “My Life”) were pretty much all it had going for it.
My pleasure. I can’t listen to “Ride of the Valkyries” without singing to myself “Kill the Wabbit! Kill the Wabbit! Kill the Wabbit!”
And here’s a link to the full cartoon that might work: https://vimeo.com/444002896
And the sad thing was they didn’t even use Billy Joel’s version of My Life, it was a cover.
@14 Jeez, I thought that was only me. I remember watching Apocalypse Now and singing along “kill the wabbit.” lmao
Also WaM @14, thanks for the link, watching that years later, funny to see Bugs as a cwossdwessing twanswabbit.
I actually hadn’t seen the cartoon before I saw Apocalypse Now, so I didn’t have that experience. I think the first time I saw it was at the Brattle Theater in Harvard Square, as part of a collection of Chuck Jones cartoons (“Chuck Amuck”).
Back when our kids were young enough to take them to the Children’s Museum in DC, I was delighted to see that they were playing What’s Opera, Doc on a continual loop.
There must be a vast number of people who are familiar with quite a bit of classical music, but mostly from cartoons. I remember when I discovered that I seemed to know all of The Nutcracker, but every piece reminded me of Tom & Jerry.
Good point, and it’s not just cartoons. Like a lot of people my age who grew up in New England, when I hear the March from the Nutcracker I’m back sitting in front of a staticky black–and-white TV watching a Boston Bruins hockey game.