Ernie loves only himself, his rubber ducky too.
My group of FWAP (Friends Who Are Parents) all exert considerable amounts of energy bitching about the sorry state of today’s Sesame Street. “It used to be so great!” they moan. “Remember Kermit? And Gordon wearing bellbottoms? And how Bob was a young guy, not a gray husk of withered tissue, neither alive nor dead? And how Mr. Hooper wasn’t a pile of decomposing remains buried under Big Bird’s nest? Remember?”
But most of all, they hate Elmo. They hate all the other new Muppets too, of course. (And I agree with them about Baby Bear. Yes, we get it, you’re wee. Now shut your puppet-hole before I stab you in the wee little eye.) But Elmo apparently represents all that is bad in this world. Elmo is George Bush/Bin Laden/Jennifer Love Hewitt* in a fur suit. Down with Elmo. Boooo. Boooo.
(*I dislike Jennifer Love Hewitt.)
As an all-too-frequent viewer of Sesame Street, I have watched Elmo in action plenty of times. And I have to say, he doesn’t particularly bug me. Partly this is because my son is in love with him; it’s hard to hate someone your son discusses with such dewy-eyed reverence. But also he strikes me as benign, if alarmingly cheerful. No, the character who really causes me distress is an old favorite—an old favorite who I believe is in dire, dire need of retirement.
Ernie.
Before you start hissing at the screen, have you people watched Ernie in action lately? He does nothing but wreak havoc wherever he goes. He’s a sociopath.
Let us compare and contrast:
Elmo: Uses amiable, albeit imaginary, conversations with his pet goldfish as opportunities to learn and grow.
Ernie: Blames malevolent impulses on rubber ducky.
Elmo: Is patient and kind with the deranged lunatic (and, occasionally, the deranged lunatic’s brother) who loiters outside his window.
Ernie: Torments his long-suffering roommate, Bert, on a regular basis.
Elmo: Invites guests to “Elmo’s World” to talk about themselves. Then he sings a song about them.
Ernie: Takes big Muppet-dumps on everyone’s feelings. For instance: he repeatedly disrupts a “Birdketeer” meeting, finally taking over and declaring it a “Duckateer” meeting, thus emotionally devastating Big Bird. And: he ruins Baby Bear's porridge, for no reason. I know it's Baby Bear, but still!
It was his breakfast!
Elmo: Patiently works through conflicts with all of his friends, even Zoe, who’s clearly suffering from several personality disorders.
Ernie: Forces Big Bird to accompany him on mind-altering “journeys” to frightening, hallucinatory landscapes, where he hides, taunting him.
Elmo: is sweet.
Ernie: is a shithead.
Now do you see?










October 18, 2004
Reader Comments (51)
Oh, the things I do for you!
...is the part that got me. Brilliant! roflol
Ernie has always been a bit of an ass. I always considered him to represent the archetypal "Best Friend Who Is Kind Of An Ass, But You Put Up With Him/Her Anyway Because They Are Your Best Friend" kind of character. Doesn't everybody have one of those? I think Ernie may be everyone's first encounter with that kind of person.
Dr. Dave
I'm so tired.
I also hate Baby Bear and his wee-ness. Gah.
1. Franklin the Turtle. As far as I can tell his sole point is to teach out children to be whining, deceptive jerks.
2. Zoe/Rocko. The thing is that this is why I can deal with Elmo. Elmo called bullshit on the whole Rocko scenario. All I wanted was for him to do some damage with Rocko to Zoe's foam cranium.
3. Baby Bear. What an asshole. I just don't get it -- is he supposed to be teaching our kids to be maladjusted nerds?
4. Miffy and company. I just keep hoping that everything on Miffy is going to immolate. This show seems to be focused on teaching our children to have OCD. Just how long can one belabor the act of pressing a leaf or hanging a picture?
The good guys:
Moosehead Moose and Zee.Maisy and friends except Cyril.Bert. Who is very cool.Grover. Everyone's out-out gay world travelling super hero friend.
Meanwhile, re: today's preschool TV world, does anyone else love Oobi like I do? I thought I'd hate it -- hand puppetry without puppets? how LAME -- but it's totally clever and inventive and sweet. Except for the fact that everyone speaks in a simplified English for some reason ("Oobi, you, friends!"). That aspect is kind of dumb.
Tickle Me Elmo, Chicken Dance Elmo, any Elmo running on batteries: VERY, VERY BAD.
Love your blog!
Cyril, I have no beef with. And in a weird way it was kind of charming when Cyril peed his pants and Maisy helped him out.
Okay, we watch too much Maisy.
Sigh...everything went to hell in a handbasket with Henson died.