So, I’m just now finding out about this, and I’m thoroughly distraught. Distraught!
Did any of you know about this?
No more Saturday Morning Cartoons?! I’m finding it difficult to process this at the moment, and I thought I’d get some thoughts down and have a discussion (even if that means me being the only one talking – a uniscussion?) with you (those of you out there reading this) to see if I could put this in some box in my life.
Growing up, Saturday Morning Cartoons were my weekend meal before I really put anything substantial, anything real, into my tummy. I would oftentimes eat some shitty sugar-loaded cereal to add to the comfort of watching the shows that filled the imagination of my youth.
I grew up in the 80s and 90s, and it was the Golden Era of cartoons. It was when all things in the animated world were good and right, and everything on the outside seemed to function just fine on its own. What happened? Well, in as much as I don’t want to say it, the truth was there probably simply weren’t enough ratings anymore – not enough to justify keeping everything on the air, at least.
The kid in me wants to pull back time, wants it all to stop. At least it wants to ask, ‘why?’ And the easy answer, as sad as it seems to that voice inside me, is simply because the world has moved on from Saturday Morning. There are just too many other things to do, too many distractions. We just don’t have the desire or the patience to sit and watch the same thing, the same channel, the same kind of stuff for several hours in the morning on one of our free days. We’d rather just do other stuff: go on Facebook, Twitter, Snap Chat, play video games, get on our cell phones, etc.
I’m not saying SMC weren’t distractions. They were. But they were entertainment as well. But I guess it’s because it was controlled entertainment. You knew when it started, and you knew when it stopped. You were able to get your fill and go about your day.
That’s all changed now.
Now it’s endless. We bounce from screen to screen. Cell phone, computer, television, cell phone, iPod/iPad/e-reader/Kindle, cell phone, repeat until sleep. We’ve transitioned between controlling the time we spend in front of the screen to now being controlled by the screen. We like to say that we can stop, but I would venture to guess we’re not being as honest with ourselves as we can be.
Saturday Morning Cartoons were one of my childhood’s fondest joys. And there were some beauties in those hours. I am tempted to go for a quick search on Google to see which cartoons were those that caught my attention and heart during those formative years of mine. But, I’d like to simply see how many I can remember here as I write this.
My Little Pony
Tigersharks (all those three were basically the same cartoon)
Looney-Toons (a classic)
(Now I’m asking Kerrie)
Tom & Jerry
That’s what I got at the moment. Can you think of any others?
The point is they’re gone. I got away from them a long time ago. I don’t recall the last time I was in the living room early in the morning on a Saturday with a bowl of sugar cereal and a remote control; it’s been a while. I’ve often had the thought run through my head, “I should really get up early one Saturday and watch a session of Saturday-Morning Cartoons.” It was actually just recently that I had the thought again; I was convinced that one of these days I was going to do it.
Then, as I was leaving work today, one of my colleagues gave me the bad news. The kid in me wanted to throw up. This was a very bad piece of news.
If you clicked on the link above, you’ll see that the author described this closing as the end of an era. I agree. Everything moves in and out of cycles. This is just another one of those things that has come full circle, I guess.
I don’t know if this is something I’ve finished processing at the moment. There’s no getting around it for the moment; I’m still bummed. Maybe it’s sort of a huge slap in the face telling me that I have to accept growing up, or that I have to accept being in my 30s with responsibilities and duties, and chores. Maybe it’s telling me to stop looking in the past.
But, sorry, that’s not going to happen. I can be in my thirties and still be a kid. Now I think it’s about me convincing the kid in me that it’s okay, that there will be other beauties to hold on to; Macaroni and Cheese, maybe, or fantasy novels, and video games.
No, my childhood’s not dead; but it’s not the same. That’s for sure.
Anyone else broken up about this?