I like cartoons. I mean, who does not.
They represent an epoch of innocence that only lasts about 10 years where each and every story kicks off with 'Once upon a time ' and concludes with 'happily ever after. '
The End.
Or is it?
I have fond recollections of rising early before juniour high solely to gaze in awe in front of the telly and watch Tom & Jerry run around chasing themselves.
Or classic characters like Dick Dastardly and his fighter pilot dog Muttley, with that unmistakable bark-cum-laugh hi hi hi hi hi hi hi!
Thanks to those ingenious Warner Bros, moms and pappas around the planet taught their kids about the birds and the bees with dogs and cats.
And rabbits, roosters, panthers, bears, ducks, mice. Actually it appeared, anything except a human.
And who can forget Bugs Bunny's gusto for carrots, Wiley Coyote's obsession with ACME bombs, and Pepe Le Pew's incessant sexual charges at anything with a heart beat.
Come to think about it, those cunning cartoonists were prepping us small rug rats for life in (and beyond) the playground.
If you remove the lovable characters, enchanting music and obviously, the brekkie timeslot, you had an adult narrative of Food, Hate and Love that was offered daily into impressionable hearts along with Cheerios, non-skim milk and that bewitching tune of 'snap, crackle and pop. '
I'm not sure which was more saccharine - the Fruit Loops or the Loony Tunes?
Weekend morning telly sure was a veritable Animal Farm. (And no, not the one I'm sure you're thinking).
You learned the facts of life from toons - much before The Facts Of Life was first aired in 1979!
Then there was also that strange group of blue characters called The Smurfs who lived in a magical forest and ate miraculous fungi (or was that the creators of the show?). Let's bear in mind this was way before The Blue Man Group - and lots more interesting, if you ask me.
I mean, where in any society does there exist a tribe composed from just one female and a seemingly unending supply of males, controlled by the one they call "Papa"?
I suspect that is where the phrase 'Who's your daddy ' had its roots, but that is surely another subject altogether.
The point is, whether you are a big kid or a tiny kid, cartoons are always tons of fun.
It isn't relevant if you are watching them on TV or watching a professional cartoonist draw a caricature: a creative illustration, a black and white sketch, or an inventive doodle can take us all back to that golden period of innocence.
Ha ha, I said doodle.
They represent an epoch of innocence that only lasts about 10 years where each and every story kicks off with 'Once upon a time ' and concludes with 'happily ever after. '
The End.
Or is it?
I have fond recollections of rising early before juniour high solely to gaze in awe in front of the telly and watch Tom & Jerry run around chasing themselves.
Or classic characters like Dick Dastardly and his fighter pilot dog Muttley, with that unmistakable bark-cum-laugh hi hi hi hi hi hi hi!
Thanks to those ingenious Warner Bros, moms and pappas around the planet taught their kids about the birds and the bees with dogs and cats.
And rabbits, roosters, panthers, bears, ducks, mice. Actually it appeared, anything except a human.
And who can forget Bugs Bunny's gusto for carrots, Wiley Coyote's obsession with ACME bombs, and Pepe Le Pew's incessant sexual charges at anything with a heart beat.
Come to think about it, those cunning cartoonists were prepping us small rug rats for life in (and beyond) the playground.
If you remove the lovable characters, enchanting music and obviously, the brekkie timeslot, you had an adult narrative of Food, Hate and Love that was offered daily into impressionable hearts along with Cheerios, non-skim milk and that bewitching tune of 'snap, crackle and pop. '
I'm not sure which was more saccharine - the Fruit Loops or the Loony Tunes?
Weekend morning telly sure was a veritable Animal Farm. (And no, not the one I'm sure you're thinking).
You learned the facts of life from toons - much before The Facts Of Life was first aired in 1979!
Then there was also that strange group of blue characters called The Smurfs who lived in a magical forest and ate miraculous fungi (or was that the creators of the show?). Let's bear in mind this was way before The Blue Man Group - and lots more interesting, if you ask me.
I mean, where in any society does there exist a tribe composed from just one female and a seemingly unending supply of males, controlled by the one they call "Papa"?
I suspect that is where the phrase 'Who's your daddy ' had its roots, but that is surely another subject altogether.
The point is, whether you are a big kid or a tiny kid, cartoons are always tons of fun.
It isn't relevant if you are watching them on TV or watching a professional cartoonist draw a caricature: a creative illustration, a black and white sketch, or an inventive doodle can take us all back to that golden period of innocence.
Ha ha, I said doodle.
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