Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. My children watch that ridiculous show from time to time, with its unrealistic problem solving tools. Who would suggest using an over-sized candy cane to rescue a kitten from a tree? Why is Mickey Mouse so special? What's so great about the giant rodent who has a pet dog? Why does he get the clubhouse, and how come everything has to be mouse-themed? Do his friends really feel so inferior that they put up with his crap all the time? That everything HAS to be about Mickey? They do everything he wants to do. Why can't Donald decide what they are going to play? Why can't it be Goofy's clubhouse? Mickey is so judgmental. Look at the way he talks to Pete. No wonder Pete's a bully. I think he lashes out because he feels he's not good enough to play with Mickey and his friends. Even the freakin' clubhouse password has Mickey's name in it. Would you want to hang out with someone who is so full of himself? And the girls!! Why must Minnie feel like she has to wear a dress and heels when she goes to pick strawberries? Daisy always wears heels, too. Do you really have to go to all that trouble just to impress a duck and a mouse? How does that make me feel? So insecure in my tennis shoes or flip flops. Oh, and not to mention my jeans and t-shirt. Perhaps I should ditch those and go work outside in my Sunday best, which my friends at church will tell you isn't that great. Of course I rarely wear heels because Phillip complains that I'm too tall in them. They take 10 pounds off my appearance just by wearing them! Anyway, I'm getting way off the subject here. Someone seriously needs to kick Mickey's butt and put him in his place.
