Norah Jones and Elmo

In my previous post, I wrote about Sesame Street’s influence on my childhood.  I guess if I keep looking further back, I’m bound to rediscover something. Well, I did rediscover something.  At the risk of sounding stupid and stating the friggin obvious, Sesame Street influenced my adolescent life stage, too. What am I getting at? [...]

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Achmed the Dead Terrorist: Finding humor in the stupidity of racism.

I was a Sesame Street baby, still am. I’ve been in awe of puppets ever since I got my first Rubber Duckie for my bathtub sessions.  I liked Ernie so much, I mimicked his silly laugh and declared my red and black striped shirt with matching suspenders my official uniform for any type of party.  [...]

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