Sesame Streets "I Don't Need A Man to Save Me" Episode- Open Thread

Last Friday, my children took the day off from school for personal family reasons. My daughter, being the multitasker that she is, decided to watch Sesame Street while I did her hair. The episode consisted of three female puppets dressed as princesses and found themselves in situations that involved them to think out a solution for themselves. While I normally tune out Sesame Street and most of the kid shows that come on television, this episode actually had my attention. At the crux of these situations, a handsome prince(played by some handsome actor whose name I can't remember right now) would come to rescue the damsel in distress. But, instead of offering a feasible solution, the princesses would tell them that they really didn't need his help and would figure things out on their own. This scenario played out three times until the prince got frustrated and cried in a corner because he had no one to help. At the end of the scene, the princesses did eventually need his help: to play as an extra player in their football game. While my daughter thought this episode was a riot (it's really not that hard to make a six-year-old laugh anyway), I found myself pondering the deeper meaning of the episode. As an English Major, it was hard not to miss the feminist overtones or the "just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I'm not smart" suggestions. In a world where little girls are told that a prince will come to save them in their fairytale world, is it ok for Sesame Street to suggest that a prince doesn't have to save you? Or is it a random episode without a hidden meaning?

Feel free to discuss and view the vid below:

Welcome to Brown-terpiece Theater. Todays titled: A Tale of Two Stabbings.

A Random Saturday Morning Wake Up Call:
*Taken from a series of text messages to my mother and father...*
Message 1:
"So we're laying in the bed and we hear two pairs of footsteps, thundering up the hall. Every two feet or so, we hear: "En Garde" hahahahaha. Then we hear the pencil sharpener. Two more footsteps... En Garde. Ed gets up to get in the shower. Passes Julians room, and sees them swordfighting with a pencil and a play curling iron.

Message 2:
He's yelling like a normal parent would. Five minutes later, savannah knocks on the door, asking for a bandaid. She has been inflicted with a non life threatening stab to the torso. Ed flips. Im laughing to myself.

Message 3:
I call the kids into the room, trying to deduce what happened. Apparently, Julian suffers from the same disease Greg did, called "imma listen to younger sibling who doesn't know a thing,  even if it kills me. Literally". Julian says that savannah stabbed him with the blunt end of the play curling iron. Savannah, not wanting him to feel left out, SHARPENS a pencil, hands it to him and then announces En Garde. The question still unanswered is why Julian took said pencil and stabbed her with it. After explaining to them the dangers of sharp things (apparently this has to be done for these two morons) they were sent back to their father for more yelling and wound cleaning. Moral of the Story?: there seems to be more Fisher than Brown in those two and I think ed sees it now too. Smdh."

Welcome!

Welcome to the first post! If you're still here, that means that you are either curious about the secret insanity that is motherhood, reading this while waiting in line at Starbucks or forced to read it for class. For the those within the class group, I apologize now for the vague references to childbirth, ramblings about children you will never meet and the imaginative yet sarcastic way I look at the world. Hopefully, you'll find something humorous to think about within this blog.
Enjoy!