Know what's fun? Waking up at 2 AM feeling like somebody's jabbing a hot poker into your eye, that's what's fun. Wait, no... that's actually the opposite of fun. Stupid allergies. And my eye is still swollen. Bleah.
Know what else is not fun? Disillusionment destroying nostalgia, in the form of watching Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer and really paying attention for the first time instead of merely having it on as happy holiday background static and realizing what a sexist bigot is Santa Claus. I always kind of understood that about the reindeer, but I can forgive them, because they're deer. But that is not a Santa I'd want as a role model for my kids. "Jingle jingle jangle, I'm so jolly! Now get your bitch ass in the kitchen, mama, and knit a cozy to cover up that abomination's red nose. Ho ho ho, what a freak. He can't pull my sleigh because he's different." Sheez.
And don't even get me started on Yukon Cornelius, chasing the newly crippled Abominable Snowman over the cliff just because he could. Yeah, you're lucky Bumbles bounce, you insane suicidal bastard.
At least Hermy the elf turned out to be delightfully snarky, so I'll overlook the fact that by the end he's pulling teeth and opening up a practice with no formal dentistry training whatsoever.
Speaking of awesomely un-PC cartoons of yore, Cityrag has a list of links to online videos of the animation industry's selected 50 Greatest Cartoons (via Boing Boing). It's a hard list to argue with, although I would have given The Rabbit of Seville a higher slot.
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