Let me make this clear right from the start, I have no psychological training whatsoever. I did not study it in school, I've never spoken to a therapist, I've haven't so much as read a self help book. The only education I have in matters of the mind come from television, and movies. So with the being said, what the hell is up with all the crazy puppets on Sesame Street?
Another one of my son's favorites, I've been subjected to this show since he was six months old. And to be truthful, I actually like Sesame Street. I enjoy watching my son, laughing at the same segments I laughed at as a child. But as I look at these characters through the eyes of an adult, I am seeing quite a few psychological disorders.
Let's start with my son's favorite, Elmo. This furry red monster in my amateur opinion is clearly schizophrenic. Just look at the evidence, he perceived reality is his head. He receives the day's topics (a.k.a. his marching orders) from a goldfish. Dorothy is speaking to him, and he is carrying out her wishes. Let's face it, if Dorothy was a dog, Elmo would be no different then the Son of Sam. And this is not even taking into account his inability to refer to himself in the first person.
Aside from Elmo, you can also see that obsessive compulsive disorder runs rampant on the streets of Sesame. These characteristics can clearly be demonstrated by the actions of The Count and Cookie Monster. Two people whose lives are completely consumed because of their respective addictions.
Grover displays delusions of grandeur, which culminate in the character "Super Grover". Bert appears to be repressing his true feelings on his "friendship" with Ernie. Ernie has an unhealthy attachment to an inanimate rubber duck (who also speaks to him), and Telly appears to have low self esteem.
The more I watch, the more I start to think all of the puppets on this street is nuts. You would think one could find stability and a sense of reality from the humans on the street, but they don't seem "normal" to me other.
Just look at the adults, Gordon, Susan, Luis & Maria. An African-American couple and a Latin couple, both of whom raised their kids in front of us. But not once did we see these children get their asses beat. No one got hit by a shoe. No one got screamed at for coming home after the street lights turned on. No one got chased down the street by a parent, clutching a belt, for using the word puta to describe their mother. It just seems unbelievable to me.
Add the crack staff at Hooper's Store (whom I've never seen them change the inventory), and Bob who walks Barkley, without carrying around a hefty bag. Clearly he's not curbing that big ass mutt, so how disgusting is that block.
Add that all up, I see a messed up street with crazy puppets, and flakey humans. But you have to admit, it's still a great show. And hopefully I will get the see the crazy passed on to the next generation.