Absolutely nothing will change…this time. Sesame Street has made a lot of changes over the past few years, all of which have contributed to Sesame Street’s demise. Ever since the Bert and Ernie writer claimed that the two we’re homosexual (and Sesame Street’s controversial vehement denial of such claims), sesame street has turned into the street.
Carroll Spinney is retiring. We commend you on your contribution to this world–most of us watched Sesame Street at one point or another when we were children. You we’re like the K-mart version of Mr. Rogers to us. However, in his old age, Big Bird was already changing…it was probably time he needed an intervention:
The puppet’s will be okay in the long run. The new puppeteer’s will learn the ropes. As the world changes, so too does Sesame Street. And that is something we just will have to accept. Change is inevitable, and as far as changing the man behind big Bird and Oscar, at least you’re not dealing with something like the Veggie Monster fiasco. How emasculating–when you take a man’s cookies you take his livelihood. I hear Elmo bullies him and calls him the Vaggie Monster.
Oscar the Grouch was changing by the end too. His character became the very thing that goes in a trash can: trash. Back in the day, Oscar was like one of those lovable grouches…the kind that acted rude to the world but had a heart that he chose not to show people so he could hurt others before he got hurt.
Sad to see this photo. Oscar is more than a Grouch, he is basically a hermit. He never comes out of his trash can. A trip to the red carpet like this one never happens anymore for the…thing (whatever type of animal he is).
As he got older, grouchiness turned to active cynicism. We knew he hated people, but Oscar started conspiring to commit murder to Bert and Ernie because of his committed membership to the Westboro Baptist Church and their extreme prejudicial. Just because Oscar does not have any happiness left in his green-body doesn’t mean that Bert and Ernie don’t deserve to have any.
Even if it is Sesame street…a Sesame Bagel is the worst kind of bagel. Gotta be some sort of connection there. Take care of your children. The Count’s favorite numbers are: 666, 69, and 420….do you really want a perverse vampire teaching your kids?