Daughter Takes Her Sesame Street-Obsessed Mother To The Sesame Street Set

How cute was that? I’m in pieces over this mom who barely held on during her surprise visit to Sesame Street. Did I find it mildly annoying that she reacted the same way at every turn—by holding her hands over her face like she was stumbling through the worst fart trail of all time? Was I slightly miffed that she never really spoke and clearly oversold her pleasure at seeing the reality behind a fantastical world meant for children? Yes and yes. If you’re such a devout fan of Sesame Street, there has to be a part of you that dies when you realize all your furry heroes are driven by people who look like this:

SECOND: Sesame Street is far from the innocent, safe block we once thought it was.

Remember Kevin Clash, the puppeteer behind Elmo? What a lovely man he was until it turned out that he’d had multiple “consensual” relationships with underage teen boys (one confirmed, others alleged). The charges were dropped because the statute of limitations had run, but he still resigned because you can’t have that guy around kids. Too bad mom didn’t get to meet Elmo, although he probably would have left her alone, what with her being over 18 and a woman…

But it begs the question: are you forgetting that there are fucking arms and hands under those creatures? Just because you’ve camouflaged it with fur doesn’t mean it’s not groping.

If you see something, say something. I’m seeing and I’m saying this: sending your mom into a walking, talking house of groping horrors in this day and age? I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy, let alone my poor mother. The monsters kept coming indeed.