A real conversation I just had with my mom.
MOM: I’m watching that show.
ME: What show?
MOM: The cartoon. The one with the guy with the glasses.
ME: The fat guy?
ME: And there’s a dog?
MOM: Yes. And the fat son.
ME: Family Guy?
MOM: Yes! That’s It! I think.
No, actually it isn’t.
But it got me thinking. Are we really so different?
Texas/Rhode Island. Hank Hill/Peter Griffin. Redneck/White. Non-talking/Talking dogs.
Do any of these differences really matter? I’m not trying to say Family Guy is just a ripoff of King of the Hill, I’m just pointing out that these two shows, which seem so different on the surface, really aren’t that dissimilar, if you look at them with the eyes of ignorance.
The eyes of a child. Or a middle-aged woman. Same thing.
I think if we stopped looking at the world in ways that we’re different and started looking at the ways that we’re the same, we wouldn’t have war and global warming and bald eagles and all that crap.
That’s the world I want to live in.
[Incidentally, in researching this blog, I came across this hilarious page, but be warned, it’s not safe for work or kids or Moms. Seriously, don’t click on this or I am going to have Dad talk to you about it.]