You might recall my post “In which my wife destroyed my childhood– and you can too!,” wherein I discovered that the Sesame Street characters on a blanket that my grandmother had made for me and which I had owned since I was a toddler were all reading books that referenced sex or erotica. Yes, that happened. Go ahead, click the link.
I would just like to point out that my son and I were watching a newish Sesame Street episode this morning, and I damn near did a spit-take of my coffee during the opening bit, which featured Bert reading a book called… Fifty Shades of Oatmeal.
This shit is not an accident. 🙂
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O_O Mind. Blown.
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It is done to see if the parents are paying any attention 😉
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All the best kid stuff is filled with stuff only the grownups will get.
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Fabulous! Your grandmother (read the other post) sounds like she was quite a woman.
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Laughing hysterically, but, would Bert really be reading that? Wouldn’t it be more like: Sno Ho Ho, or Fifteen Shades of Oatmeal?
http://www.goodreads.com/list/show/14425.Funniest_Gay_Titles
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My fav is #20. Enjoy!
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You cracked me up. As to the world and children’s programming, I can’t explain it. Reality isn’t half as weird as what we subject our children to. Raised on a diet of fifty shades of oatmeal, no wonder adulthood seems so boring.
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Fifty! Fifty shades of oatmeal! Ah AH ah AH!
Sorry. Just pretend The Count was here and not me.
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This post was hilarious. Can’t wait to read more now.
Jen
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This is almost as bad as discovering that the Blue’s Clue dude was on heroin.
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