What's Mary Poppin' ?
The last Tuesday of the holidays brought yet another venture into the Melbourne winter, this time movies at crown were my destination. The casino is a place I've never really liked, despite its opulent façade it seems to feel hollow, full of people going about the things that I can only imagine are meant to make them happy, a living death under the eternal brightness of signs and flashing things.
But I digress, back to the story. Somewhere along the way I met up with the others and we got our tickets to pirates of the Caribbean. With an hour till show time we opted to get something to eat, or rather they got various forms of dead chicken and I was disappointed with the vegetarian alternatives.
Soon after, we headed up to the cinema foyer where we waited and talked, conversation turned to classic childhood films such as Mary Poppins, which evidently not everyone had been exposed to.” Marry poppins? Isn’t she the one who made the kids do drugs?... and then sings about it being sweet?" was Emma's puzzled response, which must have been the most unusual interpretation of 'A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down' I've ever heard.
What's more disturbing is that she had seemingly gone her entire life without it ever even striking her as odd that Disney had randomly broken form and released a film about a drug peddling nanny. This got me wondering about what other dark subtexts may be lurking in children’s entertainment and what they may be doing to the fragile minds of scores of confused youngsters. I must say though that I'm not all that shocked that Mary should be getting the kiddies high as kites (up to the highest heights no doubt), drugs and depravity are rife in children’s entertainment if only you look a little below the surface.
For example a bad case of withdrawal certainly would explain pooh bear's constant sniffing and craving for sweet things. Then there's Mr. Squiggle who was such a vicious coke addict that hardly a day went by when he didn't go on one of his 'space walks', a misplaced pencil and a weakened septum giving Mr. squiggle his familiar look in an attempt to do lines of 'chalk dust' off the back of black board gone horribly wrong. Or 'High Five', enough said.
Coincidences? Perhaps. All I can say is that if parents are going to dump their kids in front of a couple of fruits chasing after 'bears' all day they'd better hope that those really are just bananas in their pajamas.