Have you ever noticed that on Sesame Street, everyone comes out of their houses and does things on their steps or in the courtyard? How everyone smiles and says hello, and they are always trying to help each other? How you can walk down the street without fear of getting hit by a car, mugged, shunned, kidnapped, oogled, or criticized? How the biggest problems are things like not being able to remember what comes after the letter T, or finding someone to play with, or convincing your Grandmama Bear that you're not a baby anymore?
I would much rather watch Sesame Street with my two-year-old than turn on the news. I need to know that there is someplace in the world where we don't have to live in fear, watch our children like hawks, or guard our wallets with our lives. I want to live in a place where I can send my children out to play without worrying that they'll get snatched if I blink or hear vulgar stories on the playground.
Yep, I want to live on Sesame Street. If anyone can tell me how to get there, I'll be on my way.
I think I'd make a really good monster. Pink fur has always suited me . . .