Old School Sesame Street

So, with the new (and mildly pornographic) Tickle Me Elmo commercials, I've been thinking about how glad I was pre-fuzzy red & cute generation. I mean, check the commercial out--what is he doing behind those blurry cubes?




To cleanse our pallet here's some Old School Street celebrating (in the words of a recent NY Times review) a place where "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."

Here's Grampa Manslaughter's fave



And my fave



So, here's to pre-helicopter parents and dingy brownstones and a world without perpetually happy Elmo! Without Oscar the Grouch, my anxiety and depression would never had been normalized and thank god for that.