12-22-10 1:51am
Have you ever examined the morals behind songs and fairytales? I was considering Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer while wandering hopelessly lost through Walmart today. It’s a messed up story. The moral or message or conditional-belief lesson is basically:
Don’t fret if you’re a social outcast. You’ll be loveable if you’re just perfect and save everyone. Otherwise you’re worthless and will be alone forever.
If that doesn’t put you in therapy, try having a label for a name. That’s like naming your kid Judy the One-eyed Retard and having Lady Gaga put out a single about her pathetic life and one glory day. Really? Alright then. Merry Christmas to you too.
© Michelle Routhieaux 2010
Writing Towards Happy 
musings before Christmas… very thought provoking
merry Christmas to you as well :)
Thanks. :)
wow… i feel/understand you
hahahaha!
like a light bulb!
That’s not bad.
My favorite is Jack and the Beanstalk.
The kid grows a beanstalk, climbs to the top, steals from giant that lives there, and then chops down the stalk – murders the giant – when the giant dares to chase after him.
Then the thieves and murderers live happily ever after.
Really?
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Lol. That one is disturbing.
cute,
best wishes…
I’m so sorry I missed this during the Christmas season, it’s absolutely amazing! I love how you write about the things that fascinate you. I grew up learning the Santa Claus is Coming to Town song. It’s like total manipulation to be good. ♫ “You better watch out, you better not cry, you better not pout I’m telling you why, because Santa Claus is coming to town.” So!
I definitely felt the you-are-always-being-watched-and-if-you’re-not-perfect-you-are-nothing-although-you’ll-get-gifts-anyway-and-just-feel-guilty-forever vibe.
For me, Santa has always been like God. But nicer. God could smite me to Hell any second. But Santa will ALWAYS bring gifts, even if they are from a toy bank. ;)
Taking off on what Traci said, I was a mean little person (sh*(*!) sometimes, but I soon learned that Santa was always coming down my chimney. The song was just a song. It didn’t scare me into being good or scare me into being anything.
But what about the kids whose parents were either too poor or too uncaring to give their kids presents, the kids who not only didn’t get presents but didn’t get it explained to them why their were no presents?
To them, that song must have been cruel, them believing in Santa and believing that the reason they didn’t get any gifts is because they weren’t good kids.
Great post! Great place for a discussion Writingtowardshappy!
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Those kids end up dead or in therapy. ;) Glad you appreciate the post.