Yesterday, for the first time in my many long days with my Girlie, I gave into temptation and pointed the TV toward Sesame Street at 9:30am. Which, I have to admit, suddenly gifted me with much uninterrupted time to get some stuff done, that is unavoidably true. Yet when I did wander into the Living Room in curiosity when ‘Elmo’s World’ was coming on, I had to stop and wonder at the subversive message this fuzzy red monster is propogating. I mean, right from the start he seems a little off-kilter– he has conversations with a goldfish, and with pre-verbal infants? Back in school, we called that ‘hearing voices’, and reached for the DSM-IV. And what’s with that maniacal laugh? But what’s worse is the absolute anarchy that Elmo champions. To wit, before his show even started in earnest, Elmo was seen to be brazenly marking a piece of furniture with crayons, then tagging his name on a window-shade! I’ve long wondered why my pure child is so inclined to use her crayons on the wood floors and furniture, but I never imagined that her nefarious mentor was an otherwise adorable puppet! And yet, this puppet has made a puppet out of my child, goading her to graver and graver acts of rebellion against polite society. Elmo must be stopped.