Of Sesame Street and Freud (really)

So a while back, I invited readers of the blog to vote for their favorite Sesame Street character (because everyone has one, right?).   The poll is hereby closed and I am ready to announce the winner!

Was it the slovenly Oscar or the earnest Big Bird?  The BFFS Bert and Ernie,  or the urbane Count with his bat groupies?   Or perhaps it was the beloved bath toy Rubber Duckie, who is, as Ernie’s song goes, “the one”?

Actually, it was none of the above.  The winner, based on my totally random sampling of blog readers, is:

COOKIE MONSTER!

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It was a pretty close race spread out among numerous characters, but Cookie Monster has won.  And even though I didn’t vote for him ( the Count is my fave), I do see his appeal.  He’s a lovely shade of blue.  He has unfettered enthusiasm for the joys of the cookie.  Not to get all Freudian on you, but I’m just realizing that he kind of represents the Id — he’s a big old lovable mass of instincts and urges and desires that are not hindered by social expectations.  If he sees a cookie, or anything remotely in the range thereof, he eats it.  Period.  Worries about propriety or his waistline seldom come into the picture.

Is it just me, or does that sound kind of appealing?

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