To Thy Own Snoop Be True


(To Thy Own Snoo --P Be True)


Lawd, it's Snoopy Time!
Dance Dance Snoopalution

When I was a kid, I wanted to be Mickey Mouse. Who doesn't? The ultimate capitalist icon, the one who wins every time in the end, no matter what happens. Of course, early Mickey Mouse was a bit different, not codified into the completely clean (with a bit of "gets crap past the radar") Mickey of today [1].

Actually, I didn't want to be Mickey. I wanted to be Holly from Under the Umbrella Tree, or Elizabeth Harnois' Adventures in Wonderland Alice, or Clarissa (and I can explain a lot, if not all of it—function of my drinking the waters of Delphi, perhaps), or Lydia from the cartoon version of Beetlejuice.... I think that explains itself. It'd be like if I had to explain Zoobilee Zoo to you. If I have to explain it, you just wouldn't get it [2].

Holly, Fashion Icon

Now, I was a Calvin & Hobbes kid but like any nerd who loved Bill Watterson, I got into newspaper comics in a big way. So, of course, I loved Peanuts just as much as the next FAE [3]. But major depression can hit hard, and from middle school to high school, I had a bit of a time. I drafted multiple times this whole speech about how everyone wants to be Snoopy. Who wouldn't? [4].

Snoopy has a Van Gogh, a pool inside his TARDIS... I mean his dog house. It flies through space and time. It can fly to the moon [5].

Let me offer a revision to the old monologue which went something like this [6]:

Everyone wants to be Mickey Mouse, to win all the time. And everyone wants to be Snoopy [7]. But we look around and then one day, when the curb has kicked back at us far too much, we realize we're Charlie Brown and all we got for it is a [8].

But here's the revision[9]:

Everyone wants to be Mickey Mouse, but success isn't that sweet. It's not that Mickey doesn't work at it, it's just that he doesn't remember what it was like to be rigging up contraptions and having weird workarounds for everything anymore. I don't think Mickey remembers hanging out with Soleil Moon Frye and whoever that guy was in "Here's to You, Mickey Mouse".

Everyone also wants to be Snoopy. But then they realize one day, when the sadness hits you and 5 cents is just too much to sit in front of a psychiatrist, that you're Charlie Brown. [8].

Except... that's not true.

The difference between Charlie Brown and Snoopy is that Snoopy chooses it. He'll be angry, annoyed, a total weirdo that licks Lucy's face because she hates it, try to sneak into school (when most kids would wanna sneak out) and even sad his dinner's not there [10]. But he chooses to move about the world in the Snoopyified imagination[11]


And we can too: wake up every day and play hockey on a birdbath. Fight the red baron. Let yourself be Charlie when you need it. Be old school Mickey Mouse. Be the Donald Duck that understands class analysis thanks to the old Carl Barks stories[11].


But above all be Snoopy.
To thy own Snoop be true.
Lawd, It's Snoopy Time!
Snoopy Dance

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