Nah, they would just go naked.
The F'd Up Moral in "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer."
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Nah, they would just go naked.
...sounds like a very valuable lesson to me. I might replace "love" with "like" though.
Sweet. They should do a reboot with a bunch of female celebrities taking off their clothes to protest Rudolph abuse.
I take it you've never encountered this before? I know people who base their entire friendships on this concept. My dad and my brother are two examples.
I agree it's not good, but hardly unheard of.
Eh, there are worse Christmas/wintertime story lessons, such as:
- "If a space alien impregnates you without your consent or even knowledge, that makes you and your offspring superior to those wretched other humans who actually have to fuck to keep the species going. Dictatorial extraterrestrial monarchy forever!"
- "Boy, was it great that, thousands of years ago, single-space-alien worshiping fanatics killed enough single-space-alien worshiping multiculturalists to ensure that a more learned society was kept out of a rather unremarkable stretch of land whose most notable feature is that it inspires inordinate murder and slaughter to this very day. But lest you realize that the pluralistic single-space-alien worshipers were more enlightened than those who called themselves better than everyone else, here's a shiny though transparently bullshit fairy tale about a candle lasting several more days than it should have!"
- "You know what we black people need? A Christmas all to ourselves. So let's all embrace a traditional and ancient ritual we just made up."
- "There is no single-space-alien but the single-space-alien, and an ancient and unremarkable warlord who married several women as well as a nine-year-old is his favorite primate!"
Compared to those, the Rudolph story suits me just fine.
Indeed.
In general, I don't like people until they prove they are worthy of me liking them. I don't actively dislike them or anything (I nothing them), but I don't automatically like people just because.
Yeah, that's what bugs me the most, too. If Santa doesn't love you 'cause you're different, who will? Makes you rethink how he drew up his "Naughty" and "Nice" lists, doesn't it? Talk about character assassination!
And I love Rudolph. Always have. I was the only half-Asian kid on the block, and while my nose wasn't red, I identified with the little guy.
I always thought there was some misinterpretation of the Rudolph story.
Santa wasn't saying "Rudolph, your differences offer us some advantage. Help us out please." No. He was joining in with the other reindeer.
Santa: Hey Rudolph, your nose is so bright we could use it as a headlamp on the sleigh. Hohohohoho!
Rudolph:
Santa wasn't saying "Rudolph, your differences offer us some advantage. Help us out please." No. He was joining in with the other reindeer.
Santa: Hey Rudolph, your nose is so bright we could use it as a headlamp on the sleigh. Hohohohoho!
Rudolph:
Sweet. They should do a reboot with a bunch of female celebrities taking off their clothes to protest Rudolph abuse.
Unless you're going to be very specific and name names, be careful what you wish for. What has been seen...
^^ I would gladly endure Oprah and Betty White if it gets me Linda Park and Gina Torres. 
And I never got why Frosty says "Happy birthday!" when he comes alive due to that Magic Hat they found.
Because it's his Birthday-- he was just born.
Sweetie, you need to stop looking for bad everywhere. The world is not as terrible a place as you think it is.
They were not all bad. Olive, the other reindeer is the one who wouldn't let poor Rudolf join in any reindeer games.
Rudolph is like Santa's place kicker. He gets mocked while all the big guys do the hard work, but when you need one play, down by 2 with 0:03 remaining to win and keep your $4m job, he's the only thing that matters. But if he misses, he's a piece of shit worthless less-than-nothing voided out waste of carbon and oxygen.
Much like Rudolph, I'm sure. If he blew a nose fuse over London in the rain, I'm sure he'd quickly become Rudlph the "Scott Norwood" Reindeer.
But on a broader point, cosmically speaking, isn't "Rudolph" a very small-sighted story? "Then one foggy Christmas Eve". Foggy? Where? The whole Earth? Was the whole planet ensconced in a cocoon of velvety fog? And what, was this like the first time ever? "Then one foggy..." How many Christmases have there been, dude? So you've lucked out with sunny nighttime skies till now? And what? You figured your lucky streak would continue forever? I see dark clouds, I grab an umbrella. What's your fucking deal, Santa? You hitting the wassail all year long or something? You have one fucking job all year long, to bring joy and love and iApple crap to kids across the world, like, one of the most important jobs in the world not based in Los Angeles, and you can't be bothered to do even the slightest bit of preventative crisis management? Like, I don't know, spending 20 minutes at Lowe's picking up some bigass flashlights and crazy clue? Strap them bitches to Dasher and Danner's heads and VEOLIA! HEAD-lights. Get it? HEAD-lights? Nevermind.
Yeah, this whole Rudolph thing is fucked up.
Why the fuck do reindeer play a game called pinocchio? What the fuck is pinocchio?
Much like Rudolph, I'm sure. If he blew a nose fuse over London in the rain, I'm sure he'd quickly become Rudlph the "Scott Norwood" Reindeer.
But on a broader point, cosmically speaking, isn't "Rudolph" a very small-sighted story? "Then one foggy Christmas Eve". Foggy? Where? The whole Earth? Was the whole planet ensconced in a cocoon of velvety fog? And what, was this like the first time ever? "Then one foggy..." How many Christmases have there been, dude? So you've lucked out with sunny nighttime skies till now? And what? You figured your lucky streak would continue forever? I see dark clouds, I grab an umbrella. What's your fucking deal, Santa? You hitting the wassail all year long or something? You have one fucking job all year long, to bring joy and love and iApple crap to kids across the world, like, one of the most important jobs in the world not based in Los Angeles, and you can't be bothered to do even the slightest bit of preventative crisis management? Like, I don't know, spending 20 minutes at Lowe's picking up some bigass flashlights and crazy clue? Strap them bitches to Dasher and Danner's heads and VEOLIA! HEAD-lights. Get it? HEAD-lights? Nevermind.
Yeah, this whole Rudolph thing is fucked up.
Why the fuck do reindeer play a game called pinocchio? What the fuck is pinocchio?
And what about Herbie???
Oh, yes. The show definitely has anti-dentite undertones.
And the misfit toys, too. Exiled. Untouchables.
Glad to see you back TQ!
I always took that "One Foggy Christmas Eve" that it was just foggy around the North Pole meaning Santa would have no reliable way to take-off in the sled. Once airborne he'd be good to go but you'd think he have some lights and formation lighting already on the sled. And I think "Pinocchio" was one of the "names" they called Rudolph (which is lame insulting nick name) and, according to the song, Monopoly is one of the "reindeer games" Rudolph wasn't allowed to partake in.
And, I've got to say. If you think you're getting a hippo for Christmas you're just plain spoiled.
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