Thedailyjim.com welcomes back contributor, JimHill, who is fresh from a sweaty pilgrimage through the wilds of Pennsylvania’s Sesame Place, all to make his kids happy (and honor his hero, Mr. Hooper).
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So like any other masochist where do we spend 4th of July weekend? Home in the AC? In the yard getting blind? No. How about Sesame Place in beautiful Nowhere, PA? Yeah this sounds good to me. The only problem is the crowds and the heat and the long lines. Well, that’s not the “only” problem. I just feel out of place visiting there. First, I showered and was groomed before I went. Second, I don’t have a tattoo on the body fat that does not fit in my spandex.
But, the real gripe is the other characters, the one’s in costume. Now, I have two small daughters and have been subjected to this new hybrid Street that still goes by the same name. The trouble is, there is no more street, and the quick memorable one-minute bits (“loaf of bread, a container of milk, and…”) are all gone. What we’re left with are some old friends, like Big Bird, Bert and Ernie, who are fighting for face time with Elmo (whose “Elmo’s World” runs over ten minutes long) Abby Cadabby (who teaches my children black magic), and Baby Bear (who… don’t even get me started on that baby-talking little punk).
It started early on in our visit to The Place. I had the girls on the Carousel when “Somebody Come And Play” came over the speakers in the park. I immediately started crying, because it’s the saddest song ever, and makes me remember being sad listening to it when I was four. Now I don’t want my children to be sad, or subjected to anything that will make them sad, but Sesame Street is so void of any emotion since Mr. Hooper died. Most children’s programming has become this way, (see Kai Lan). They simply have no memorable moments that kids will be talking about 20 years from now. They teach the kids to be tolerant of others while at the same time teaching them how to speak with impediments (damn you, Baby Bear). Do I need this? No; so we don’t let them watch certain shows (Wonder Pets) and encourage others (Yo Gabba Gabba).
So we ended up also going to Philly on the 4th and had a blast, The Place was OK, worth the two-hour trip. My girls kind of liked it. I just wish that Kermit was there to tell them about the struggles of being green.