The wonderful world of Barney September 10, 2007Posted by Aella in Bahrain, Culture, Manama, Pictures.
I must say it was with great sadness that I noted the demise of our great Pavarotti the other day. It really broke my heart. I always wanted to see him but never had the opportunity. I believed that one day I would see him live… Anyway, may god bless him.
The last few days A has been having a Barney feast and quite frankly it is driving me mad. I have changed the dvds to Teletubbies at times but approaching the age of two she knows how to change the dvd back without any problems. Now Barney is sweet and colourful (and quite unfit- no wonder dinosaurs died out)…but the bloody songs gets to your head. If all the raindrops were gummybears and milkshakes blablablablabla standing outside with my mouth open wide yack yack yack yack yack yack la la la….and so on. I have gone to bed hearing these songs in my head, I have dreamt of Barney singing and woken up in a cold sweat knowing I am dreaming of an imaginary creature. Because this is according to the songs what Barney is. Imaginary.
First time I watched a whole Barney dvd I realised in the end that he is a just an imaginary friend. Now that is really worrisome. Whole generations are watching and loving a pink, queer dude jumping around doing all kinds of stuff and then the production company producing this, is telling us he is not real. How is that? I can’t help thinking we would have to take some serious hallucinatory drugs to imagine such a character and the things he does. I mean, we can actually see him, he is not in our head, so he does exist. Right. Couldn’t they have settled for letting him be a real friend? I’m all for imaginary friends but this guy actually exist so why pretend he doesn’t? I find is so odd that six kids in one Barney episode imagines the same thing…and some of them are more twelve years old than say five (I can’t see any twelve year old imagining she/he is taking submarine rides with Barney). Really odd. Really odd.
My kind of Barney.