Early Sesame Street Too Adult For Kids?

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Just don’t bring the children. According to an earnest warning on Volumes 1 and 2, “Sesame Street: Old School” is adults-only: “These early ‘Sesame Street’ episodes are intended for grown-ups, and may not suit the needs of today’s preschool child.”

Say what? At a recent all-ages home screening, a hush fell over the room. “What did they do to us?” asked one Gen-X mother of two, finally. The show rolled, and the sweet trauma came flooding back. What they did to us was hard-core. Man, was that scene rough. The masonry on the dingy brownstone at 123 Sesame Street, where the closeted Ernie and Bert shared a dismal basement apartment, was deteriorating. Cookie Monster was on a fast track to diabetes. Oscar’s depression was untreated. Prozacky Elmo didn’t exist.

Nothing in the children’s entertainment of today, candy-colored animation hopped up on computer tricks, can prepare young or old for this frightening glimpse of simpler times. Back then — as on the very first episode, which aired on PBS Nov. 10, 1969 — a pretty, lonely girl like Sally might find herself befriended by an older male stranger who held her hand and took her home. Granted, Gordon just wanted Sally to meet his wife and have some milk and cookies, but . . . well, he could have wanted anything. As it was, he fed her milk and cookies. The milk looks dangerously whole.

Live-action cows also charge the 1969 screen — cows eating common grass, not grain improved with hormones. Cows are milked by plain old farmers, who use their unsanitary hands and fill one bucket at a time. Elsewhere, two brothers risk concussion while whaling on each other with allergenic feather pillows. Overweight layabouts, lacking touch-screen iPods and headphones, jockey for airtime with their deafening transistor radios. And one of those radios plays a late-’60s news report — something about a “senior American official” and “two billion in credit over the next five years” — that conjures a bleak economic climate, with war debt and stagflation in the offing.

The old “Sesame Street” is not for the faint of heart, and certainly not for softies born since 1998, when the chipper “Elmo’s World” started. Anyone who considers bull markets normal, extracurricular activities sacrosanct and New York a tidy, governable place — well, the original “Sesame Street” might hurt your feelings.

I asked Carol-Lynn Parente, the executive producer of “Sesame Street,” how exactly the first episodes were unsuitable for toddlers in 2007. She told me about Alistair Cookie and the parody “Monsterpiece Theater.” Alistair Cookie, played by Cookie Monster, used to appear with a pipe, which he later gobbled. According to Parente, “That modeled the wrong behavior” — smoking, eating pipes — “so we reshot those scenes without the pipe, and then we dropped the parody altogether.”

Which brought Parente to a feature of “Sesame Street” that had not been reconstructed: the chronically mood-disordered Oscar the Grouch. On the first episode, Oscar seems irredeemably miserable — hypersensitive, sarcastic, misanthropic. (Bert, too, is described as grouchy; none of the characters, in fact, is especially sunshiney except maybe Ernie, who also seems slow.) “We might not be able to create a character like Oscar now,” she said.

Snuffleupagus is visible only to Big Bird; since 1985, all the characters can see him, as Big Bird’s old protestations that he was not hallucinating came to seem a little creepy, not to mention somewhat strained. As for Cookie Monster, he can be seen in the old-school episodes in his former inglorious incarnation: a blue, googly-eyed cookievore with a signature gobble (“om nom nom nom”). Originally designed by Jim Henson for use in commercials for General Foods International and Frito-Lay, Cookie Monster was never a righteous figure. His controversial conversion to a more diverse diet wouldn’t come until 2005, and in the early seasons he comes across a Child’s First Addict.

The biggest surprise of the early episodes is the rural — agrarian, even — sequences. Episode 1 spends a stoned time warp in the company of backlighted cows, while they mill around and chew cud. This pastoral scene rolls to an industrial voiceover explaining dairy farms, and the sleepy chords of Joe Raposo’s aimless masterpiece, “Hey Cow, I See You Now.” Chewing the grass so green/Making the milk/Waiting for milking time/Waiting for giving time/Mmmmm.

Oh, what’s that? Right, the trance of early “Sesame Street” and its country-time sequences. In spite of the show’s devotion to its “target child,” the “4-year-old inner-city black youngster” (as The New York Times explained in 1979), the first episodes join kids cavorting in amber waves of grain — black children, mostly, who must be pressed into service as the face of America’s farms uniquely on “Sesame Street.”

In East Harlem and Bedford-Stuyvesant in 1978, 95 percent of households with kids ages 2 to 5 watched “Sesame Street.” The figure was even higher in Washington. Nationwide, though, the number wasn’t much lower, and was largely determined by the whims of the PBS affiliates: 80 percent in houses with young children. The so-called inner city became anywhere that “Sesame Street” played, because the Children’s Television Workshop declared the inner city not a grim sociological reality but a full-color fantasy — an eccentric scene, framed by a box and far removed from real farmland and city streets alike.

The concept of the “inner city” — or “slums,” as The Times bluntly put it in its first review of “Sesame Street” — was therefore transformed into a kind of Xanadu on the show: a bright, no-clouds, clear-air place where people bopped around with monsters and didn’t worry too much about money, cleanliness or projecting false cheer. The Upper West Side, hardly a burned-out ghetto, was said to be the model.

People on “Sesame Street” had limited possibilities and fixed identities, and (the best part) you weren’t expected to change much. The harshness of existence was a given, and no one was proposing that numbers and letters would lead you “out” of your inner city to Elysian suburbs. Instead, “Sesame Street” suggested that learning might merely make our days more bearable, more interesting, funnier. It encouraged us, above all, to be nice to our neighbors and to cultivate the safer pleasures that take the edge off — taking baths, eating cookies, reading. Don’t tell the kids.

...Wait... what?

[TopHatAssassin]

When I first saw this on Yahoo I thought it was going to be something about hidden Satanic messages and subtle references to drug use that permeated the show in its early days. Instead I get this lengthy discussion of old men with cookies and closet basement houses. Really, the news is so anti-climactic.

In all seriousness though, I think it's not so much Sesame Street that's not good for the kids as it is the real world that's not good for them. They should be able to go down the street with Mr. GenericOldPerson to have cookies and milk with his wife. Someone should be able to pose as a snooty upper-classman and eat his own pipe if he so chose to do.

The way I see it, the Sesame Street of old projected a kind of idea of what the world could be like if everyone just got along, and strikes me as being no more harmless than a caterpillar. Very idealistic, I know, but still it could happen. Maybe all we need are some furry monsters running around.

[Yrcrazypa]

I wanted to post this when I saw it too, looks like you beat me to it. I view it as just someone who feels that we should teach kids everything about life except for the things that are 'bad'. They bashed the old sesame street for not teaching kids about money, but they bash it as well for things that are somewhat real.

Just a bunch of nostalgia haters.

[Preturbed]

This whole article just seems somehow false, like some reporter was given old Sesame Street as an assignment and told to rag on it against their beliefs. I mean sure, it is dangerous for a little girl to walk down the street with a stranger, but almost nothing else in this article is something I would keep from my kids, had I any. I mean "risking concussion" via a pillow-fight? Suggestions about the economy? Give me a break.


I didn't even know Oscar the Grouch had been canceled. :-( He was my favorite.

[shiney]

It's sarcasm. He's saying that the entire basis for classifying it as "not cool for kids" is ridiculous because it is exactly what the fuck kids need to see. The world is too cynical, too overprotective right now. Kids need to have friends, need to eat cookies, need to be hyperactive at times. So your kid met a stranger? Doesn't mean that stranger is prowling for goddamn rape, this is a fucking kids show. Seeing it on Sesame Street isn't going to make some kid run outside looking for the milk and cookies guy, and end up on the 10:00 news. Oscar needs to be a pissant because there's a pissant everywhere. Our pissant is named fifthfiend!!

[Art of Hilt]

The article reads better if I think of it as making fun of the whole "Sesame Street is too adult!" angle.
"The milk looks dangerously whole".
I mean, I didn't think that it was even meant to be a serious article until other people pointed it out.

And Cookie Monster is not Cookie Monster if his diet is diverse, damn it. He'd be Diverse Diet Monster, the foe from the underworld.

Edit- Sarcasm. That's the word for it.

[POS Industries]

Originally Posted by Art of Hilt

Edit- Sarcasm. That's the word for it.

Satire, actually.

[Fifthfiend]

What the fuck cookie monster doesn't eat cookies anymore what the fuck?

[shiney]

Well, satire and sarcasm, a little of each.

Fifthfiend: He's the VEGETABLE MONSTER now. Because cookies are good some of the time, but veggies are good ALL of the time.

No, I shit you not.

[bluestarultor]

Reality bites. Sesame Street was nowhere near reality when I was little. It was, well, nice. Where can you honestly find such an idyllic little community in a city? But it was still a city environment. With leaves in the corners, a diverse community, and trash cans on the street. Really not all that far removed from parts of Milwaukee when I was little. Idealized, of course.

And about Oscar, wouldn't you be a grouch if you lived in a trash can? XD