Cartman and Entourage
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July
22, 2004
Admittedly, I could be the poster child for
the Leo astrological sign. Leos do
not understand mellow. Leos tend to
obsess. That said, my newest obsession is Comedy
Central's "South
Park." Always behind the
learning curve, I held firm when my friend,
Alex, tried to persuade me that Cartman and the
inhabitants of this surreal cartoon hamlet had
their, ahem....allure!
I really don't know quite how it happened.
Whenever I would surrender to Alex's (ever so
charming!) cajoling and watch the show with him,
I found the characters repulsive and humor
disgustingly crude. Eventually, dear Alex
found other things and people to occupy him on a
semi-regular basis, and I was off the
hook! Months passed and the lingering
horror of those half hours eventually faded.
But, somehow, on my own, I found my way back to
South Park.
As many of you know, I have a deep
appreciation for irreverent humor. So why did it
take me so long to "get it?" This show
rocks! Nothing and nobody is sacred.
Now, I watch these modern-baroque, out
-of-control barbarians at least five times a
week, Now, I am coveting the DVDs of all
four seasons.
The residents of South Park, to name just
a few, include Token (Go figure!
He's black!), Starvin' Marvin (Shipped from
Ethiopia by Sally Struthers!), and Mr. Slave
(Yes! He wears leather and speaks with a
lisp!). With episode titles such as "Cartman's
Mom is a Dirty Slut," "Sexual
Harrassment Panda," Cartman joins NAMBLA,"
and "Up the Down Steroid," the
writers skewer our obsession with political
correctness and serve it up to us with nary a
shiver. And I find that, dear reader,
refreshing and liberating. Not to mention,
extremely funny.
Anyway, if -- like me-- you have had it up
to here with the all the hippies that grew up to
be Amway dealers, I just think you might find
this iconoclastic, twisted little village a
breath of very fresh air!
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