How Cookie Monster mistakenly became Veggie Monster
I’m watching Sesame Street with my niece, and it is the episode that started the “he’s now Veggie Monster” lie. It is all based on ONE SCENE, and scene is about snap judgements (and for adults, it’s about how wrong celebrity news can be).
Here’s what happened: Cookie Monster eats some vegetables, and “Extra - Sesame Street” with Mario Lopez catches him and dubs him Veggie Monster.
Cookie Monster is not happy about this, but while waiting for cookies to finish baking, he finds his friends having salad. He has some, and Extra films it. While waiting for his cookies, he is offered more veggies, and says he likes them. Extra films it.
Enter viral video and upset Cookie Monster, who says “it just not what me am.” He starts singing about how he loves cookies and that’s who is he. That he likes vegetables, but that’s not who he is.
It ends with Extra reporting that he is, indeed, Cookie Monster.
The whole segment was about not judging and making assumptions about people before you actually know them.
Never say the words ‘this is not my life’
This pain that wakes you screaming in the muzzle of the night
That woke your lover, chased into another room
into another life
This fevered fainting
This trembling chest
This panic like a cave of bats
This nurse drawing blood wearing doubled gloves
This insurance doesn’t cover that
This hurried paycheck of doctor after doctor after doctor
This stethoscope that never hears your heart
This hospital bed
This florescent dark
This save your prescription with side effects worse than the disease
This please let me have one month where I read more poems than warning labels
This not knowing what the test will say
This pray pray pray
This airplane’s medical emergency landing
Shame when you can’t walk
Shame when you’re home alone sobbing on another friday night
Say ‘This is my life
This is my precious life
This is how badly I want to live’
Say Sometimes you have to keep pulling yourself up by the whip
Take punch after punch to the face forward
To the head up
And still uncurl the fist of your grief like a warm blanket on the cool earth of your faith
Say every waiting room is the clime where you will finally take shape to fit into the keyhole of your own gritty heart
To open mercy
To open your siren throat
Say every fever is a love note to remind you that there better things to be than cool
Fuck every pair of skinny jeans
From the month your muscles atrophied to a size two
Say fuck you to anyone who asks you if you eat enough
Say how do you not know that is so fucking rude
Remember you never have an obligation to fight the hurricane in your chest
Especially on a day when another healthy person suggests ‘you would feel so much better if you would just focus your breath into a Buddha beam of light
Like that blind is going to miraculously dissolve the knife that’s been churning in your kidneys for the last six fucking months
Say Sunshine, please go back to your job at the aroma therapy aisle at Whole Foods and leave me alone
I know how to help my body
God does not expect me to use my inside voice
God knows how goddamn hard I am working to become a smooth stone
So I can skip on my back across this red red sea
So I can trust deep in my screaming bones
Everything is a lesson
Lesson #1 through infinity
You will never have a greater opportunity to learn to love your enemy than when your enemy is your own red blood
Truce is a word made of velvet
Wear it everywhere you go
Bandage the window where you screamed at the mountain for forgetting your footsteps
Trust that mountain is climbing you
Especially on the days you inevitably want to avalanche everyone who loves you
When you can’t walk from the bed to the bathroom without clenching at the walls
When you can’t imagine you can fall to pieces in another’s sturdy arms and still be seen as whole
Remember, the universe only became the universe when it shattered into dust
And that shattering is the one thing you can always trust enough to tell you
the truth is so quiet
you may never have heard it without a stethoscope pressed to your chest
That is to say in the house of your compassion its possible illness will be the landline
And its how you will begin to hear the world clear as a pin dropping
The downpour of its eyes
The long quarter of its broken throat
On my most broken days
when my faith is a willow and the pain has nothing but an ax to give
The only thing I want more than to die
is to live
Is to live to hear my neighbor play his music obnoxiously loud
To get cut off in traffic fifty more times
To get broken up with while standing in line at the DMV
To have another doctor drive another needle into my skin for the hundredth time
So I can say, for the hundredth time, that needle is the needle on a record player, Doctor, everything and I mean everything can learn how to sing
”—Andrea Gibson, “An Insider’s Guide on How to be Sick” (via ohandreagibson)
It’s amazing that people will see a kid yelled at or manhandled by a parent and say “It’s not my business, you can’t tell someone how to raise their kid” but if someone lets their son wear a dress it’s a public discussion.
PRO TIP: watching “how it’s made” is SUCH a good way to combat an anxiety attack! There’s soothing music, a soothing narrator who’s intonation never changes (narrators never yell or change their speaking pace), it’s engaging enough to keep you occupied but doesn’t force you to think too hard!
It hurts to see movies and TV shows that romanticize ill teenagers like me.
When I first heard about Fox’s new show, Red Band Society, I was a little nervous. I’ve watched medical shows before and been astonished by the details they get wrong and the ones they get right. Sometimes you just have to laugh and push everything aside and enjoy the story. Up until now, it seemed pretty harmless. Up until now, television didn’t try to depict what it was like to be sick.
I heard a commercial on the radio today for Red Band Society stating that the show was “The Fault in Our Stars meets Glee” and it was fantastic because we see how people from all walks of life come together in their illnesses.
The problem is that none of these kids are sick! It’s so laughable it’s offensive. You know how some things are so ugly they’re cute? It’s the opposite of that.
If you ever watched Glee and participated in a high school glee club, you knew that the show was totally off base. However, it didn’t hurt glee clubs. Maybe people tried to sign up for glee because it suddenly looked cool and they didn’t get what they saw on TV. Too bad.
My slight fear is that people will see “what life looks like in a hospital” and think it’s not such a big deal. One of the most hurtful things someone ever said to me about my illness was that my time in the hospital was a vacation and that they wanted one. Based on what I’ve seen of Red Band Society, going to the hospital is a vacation.
Forget the puke buckets. Forget that kids don’t really interact with one another. Forget floors with specialized care based on condition. Forget that there is no such thing as “in-hospital school.” Forget dragging IV poles with you everywhere you go. Forget doctors with schedules. Forget smoke alarms (seriously.. who gets away with smoking in a hospital?) Forget that people who undergo chemo and lose their hair have thin eyebrows. Forget reality. Forget that this is a total mockery of some people’s lives.
Let’s find a new location for a sitcom. How’s a hospital sound? Everyone’s capable of dying. It’ll be a hit!
Omg I watched the pilot for the second time tonight, and all I could think about was how wrong it was. And, I’m sorry, but who in the world actually thinks that your life *starts* in the hospital??
The new IOS8 update contains an app named Health which CANNOT BE DELETED.
The app allows you to choose which aspects of your health you choose to monitor, but available categories include “Body Measurements”, which includes body weight, and “Fitness”,…
I saw a link with a way to delete it, but can’t find it now? If anyone knows please lemme know so I can signal boost the hell out of it. This is unbelievably fucked up. It never ceases to surprise me how ignorant the world is regarding eating disorders…
Don’t open the app. Put it in a folder with all the other stupid apps you can’t delete. After all these years, it triggered me a bit, so please be careful.