So, as a child, I loved the Mr. Men and Little Miss series. They were so fun! Little Miss Chatterbox, Mr. Quiet, Mr. Happy. They had books and a cartoon, and they were always teaching a good lesson. They lived in a little town and had adventures, and everything.
But my personal favorite was Little Miss Sunshine. She was happy and cheerful, and she had the best name. I now read these books to my little niece and nephew, and they love them, too.
When I was a kid, my mom sang “You Are My Sunshine” to me all the time. I was a very happy kid. This translated into a very happy, optimistic, and…what’s a nice way to say it?...energetic adult. I am, in many ways, similar to Little Miss Sunshine (also, to Little Miss Chatterbox!). If I had only read the book, I don’t think I would have been as attached to the little happy yellow character as much as I am.
In addition to singing me “You Are My Sunshine,” my mom sometimes called me Sunshine. As I got older, I had colleagues and friends who called me that as well. There was one woman at my first job right out of college, who always greeted me with “Good morning, Sunshine!” Every day. And even now, in memory, it makes me smile.
My niece, my mother, my sister, and I all sing “You Are My Sunshine” together, to each other, to my nephew, or just for fun. It makes us sound so sitcom-y, now that I just wrote it out in a sentence…
And I love the connotation. I am very much a look-on-the-bright-side, glass-half-full-of-delicious-beer type of girl. I think Little Miss Sunshine is what I want to be, what I see myself as: happy, bright, fun, a bit silly, ambitious. In the cartoon series, she ran the town morning show, "Good Morning Dillydale." And while there are others I can see myself in, like Little Miss Trouble, or Little Miss Lucky, or sometimes Mr. Noisy or Mr. Clumsy, I think we all want to see the best in ourselves.
To me, Little Miss Sunshine represents the kind of optimism, the kind of happiness, that I hope to be able to have myself, and to bring to others. And you gotta admit...she's adorable!
You sounds like one of those girls guys tune out for hours on end just to get into your pants. Your writing is empty of meaning or purpose. There is nothing that speaks to the reader to make them agree or sympathize or challenge their given view of the world. I find myself skipping paragraphs looking for a point or an idea to your writing but come up short. I'm sorry, but it must hurt to not have a soul.
ReplyDeleteWhile I can say I disagree, which of course I obviously do, I will also point out that YOU read the post, and had enough of an opinion formed to bother to write a comment.
DeleteThis was meant to be a silly post, with ridiculous narrative and not much of a point. Before believing me completely soulless, which, incidentally, has been remarkably painless, please check out the first post in August 2011, called "Waking Up Supermad." It is funny, and I feel shows my writing far better than this innocuous one.
However, I will say that my posts are written about or because of something I deem amusing, not trying to challenge your view of the world. I CAN tell you that I have a long-term bf, with whom I have intelligent conversations, and who does listen. Though, of course, he does get into my pants as well, so maybe you're right!