Monday, March 24, 2008

Here comes Peter cotton tail!




Ok, I had one of those moments where you sit and wonder about something and it’s origins etc. The kind of thing that make you go hmmmmm????
What possess us as a human race to torture our young several times a year? Think about it, large rabbits walking on 2 legs with gigantic heads, buckteeth and small beady eyes, sneaking into your home to leave chocolate and hide eggs. This alone could strike fear into any child. How about a clown for instance? The never ending, never bending smile plastered upon the painted face of a grown man. The wild orange fluffy hair with a big honking nose only stands out more with his wide open freakishly over eager eyes.
Not to forget the fat bastard Santa! The stories we tell our children of a fat jolly red cheeked man dressed in a red velvet suit toting a bag of toys along with a clan of elves to sneak into your house, watch you while you are sleeping and check his list to see if you are bad or not and eat all the cookies! For the love of Jesus! We wonder why as we slap them onto the laps of these “beloved characters” they wind up their best cry and quiver their lips in fear.
The malls filled with screaming children as we insist they sit on the laps of these freakish characters just to get a picture. Forcing a smile with promises of a prize or perhaps a piece of chocolate. So I sit here and wonder how this all got started? Do we secretly smirk and chuckle as we see children run and scream from these crazy eyed characters?
Is this some sort of a pay back from parents for times we are not allowed to beat our children? Like when your lovely angelic child leaves a glass of milk under their bed, to ferment into a cesspool of germs, or how about when they leave those tiny little toys on every floor of the house for you to step on in the middle of the night as you get up to pee, cuz you are getting older and the bladder just doesn’t hold the way it used to.
Could this possibly be the reason we torture our sweet children with images that haunt them till adulthood? Now for us adults we are tortured with sicko characters in movies that strangely resemble clowns or puppets?? I see a pattern here and I don’t know about you but disturbing is the only word that describes it.
I guess we can all sit back and take this as our little form of entertainment, putting fright into someone somehow makes us all laugh. For example my lovely husband of mine thinks it funny to bring home a new DVD to add to his collection and proudly shove it into my face awaiting a jolt of fear to show across my face and eyes sending him into a good laugh. It was the movie “IT” with a crazy clown and his mouthful of razor teeth. While my husbands recovering, I sit here now and realize the answer to my question is yes; it is because we all get some kind of kick scaring the shit out of a helpless soul.
Hehehehhehe (evil grin)
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4 comments:

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Anonymous said...

Well of course we take some sick form enjoyment out of seeing their little eyes fill with tears at the sight of these cherished (haha) figures.I can explain the thought process behind it....

1: Heartburn, not too bad = Easter Bunny
2: Labor, well no rating for that one = Santa and all his merry little elves too!!

It is the only form of revenge we as parents (mothers, when is the last time you seen a father by himself taking his kid to see either of these two) can take on our child without family services knocking at our door.

We can only hope that as they get older the pain and suffering will subside, look at parents it only lasts us what 15-20 years

Bee said...

I think it's payback from when we were kids and had to suffer and endure it ourselves. You grow up thinking "when I have kids, they're gonna pay!" No, just kidding.
I see you're a Family Guy fan, did you see the episode where Stewie fights Santa? :o)

Thanks for visiting!

Jon said...

You're so negative. I suppose next you'll tell me Santa and the Easter Bunny are fake.