… if he read the following post about Teletubbies.
Dooce’s brand-new baby has fallen in love with Teletubbies. As a single woman with no children, I have never watched an episode of the Teletubbies, and this fact pleases me to no end. They creep me out, truth be told.
But her essay gave me a new perspective on those little weird creeps. What the hell are they, anyway??
She writes:
I sat with her and watched the entire episode because I am the type of mother who wants to know what They are teaching my child…
I didnt think that the Teletubbies were going to open fire on each other with machine guns, although I would definitely pay money to see that episode. I just didnt know if there was an underlying message lurking somewhere in their globular oversized bellies, and I want to know what Im up against. Fortunately the Teletubbies are Godless, soulless, messageless monstrosities who happen to come in a variety of interesting and vibrant colors, and right now thats exactly what my three month old baby needs.
“Teletubbies are Godless, soulless, messageless monstrosities…”
It was “The Wiggles” that I really couldn’t believe children are watching.
Dear Shiela:
Funny how things bring back memories.
My neighbors (one’s a trauma-surgeon; one’s an OB-GYN) have two little girls, who adore their “Uncawill” (yes; that’s all one word) to distraction.
They also adore the Teletubbies.
Sometimes, when one or the other of ’em are post-call and rummy, I’ll bring over a pitcher of ‘ritas or some munchies and we’ll take turns entertaining the girls. I’ve learned that ‘big hugs’ oftentimes DO make things better. and that it’s a good thing to Love Each Other Very Much.
It’s always sad when the Sun is Setting in the Sky….
Yes; they’re creepy. I agree. They also seem to be more palatable when you’re on your second Margarita….
Cheers!
-Will
Will, practically ANYTHING is more palpable when you’re on your second martini!
In my experience, a child’s Teletubby phase is mercifully short.
Before long, it’ll be Blue’s Clues, then Arthur, and before you know it, Power Rangers.
I had to watch old reruns of Gilligan’s Island and My Favorite Martian, so the new kids are lucky.
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I have a vague memory of watching Nixon address the nation in my P.J’s before being herded off to bed. Upon waking, there was Nixon again, still talking. It was a replay, of course, but I asked “Did he talk all night?”
It took me years to understand why the grown-ups found this question absolutely hilarious.
Ash: weirdly, one of my first memories is also of seeing Nixon television and asking someone, “He looks so mad.”
And that’s so interesting about your perception that he had been talking all night!! I remember during the days after September 11 – my friends who had kids had to constantly remind their children that the TV was just replaying something that had already happened – that it wasn’t just happening again and again and again, constantly (thank God.)
I watched Teletubbies with my niece when she was a toddler and afterwards I asked my brother if it bothered him that the Teletubbies live in a bunker.
Lord, I could almost feel the intelligence draining out of my ears during the show.
I’ve only seen the Teletubbies in passing, but I’m all in favor of anything that makes Falwell’s head explode.
I’ve been subjected to the Teletubbies, and the Wiggles. I just sat there, in a stupor, wondering if I’ll ever regain the brain cells I had just lost.
Long live Sesame Street!
Tinky Winky’s the gay one, right?
It’s been a long time since I even thought about them, luckily, but…
Has anyone figured out what Po is chanting all of the time?
Tinky Winky chants: tinky winky winky winky…
Dipsy chants: bubblegum bubblegum bubblegum…
Lala chants: la la la la la la la…
Po seems to chant: potty potty potty potty…
My kids, when they were too young to dismiss Tellytubbies as a “baby show”, thought this was funny.
Poor po. Apparently, the bomb shelter has no bathroom…
Yes Bill, a Falwell head explosion would come very close to redeeming those horrible creatures…