My favorite ritual before I went to kindergarten in the morning was sitting right in front of the TV (back before anyone knew you shouldn’t sit that close) with a bowl of cereal and watching the Banana Splits. When I could I would get some banana slices in the bowl to make me feel even “closer” to the action. I had an 8-track of their music I played long after the show went off the air, though I probably spent just as much time looking at the little picture of them on the front of it.
Looking at the show now, it’s difficult not to notice how frenetically violent it is. Noting this, and thinking about how little I perceived it as a kid reinforces to me the idea that children do not model their behavior on their entertainment, but rather on their parents. If a kid is a piece of crap, there’s really only one explanation, and it ain’t Grand Theft Auto, comic books, or the Banana Splits.
Oompa Loompa doompadee doo
I’ve got another puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa doompadee dee
If you are wise you will listen to me
Who do you blame when your kid is a brat
Pampered and spoiled like a Siamese cat?
Blaming the kids is a lion of shame
You know exactly who’s to blame:
The mother and the father!
Oompa Loompa doompadee dah
If you’re not spoiled then you will go far
You will live in happiness too
Like the Oompa Loompa doompadee do
So now that I’ve gotten you thinking about Willy Wonka, here are the Banana Splits.
I really never watch Jimmy Kimmel’s show, but every once in a while he does something that I hear about and it just makes me laugh.
FOX News is a strange mix these days of bible-thumping patrio-zealots and leering, lecherous swine. While it’s a perfectly sensible argument to note that one group engenders the other, I find myself much more at home amongst the swine than the zealots.