Lucy wants to know
Why doesn't Cookie Monster have a nose?
posted by Mary Ellen at
2:28 PM
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
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6 Comments:
Don't know. But Grimace doesn't either. And in the original Grimace cookies he had two legs, two arms, and two other...flabby apendages. Poor Grimace. No wonder McD's retired him years ago.
A very interesting question--I've wondered about that myself.
Does Lucy have an idea? Mine is that he has such a big mouth, he can breathe through that. I can breathe through my mouth when my nose is stuffed. Can Lucy breathe through her mouth?
But I can't smell through my mouth, I don't think. I wonder whether Lucy can smell through her mouth.
So Cookie Monster might not be able to smell cookies, even if they're fresh-baked! That would be sad. I bet he has some way to smell without a nose, but I can't think what it is.
Lucy says she JUST doesn't know!
I liked Grimace. I like fat things. And the Hamburglars were a little scary...
I think really we have to step back and examine the context in which Cookie Monster places himself: "C is for cookie, that's good enough for me. Cookie, cookie, cookie, starts with 'c.'" It's an incredible bit of self-revelation akin to Dylan's lyricism on his seminal 1975 album "Blood on the Tracks." What Cookie Monster is telling us is that it's not about the smell or the taste, rather it is the construction of the very word itself that is paramount. So the nose falls away, like so many vestigial tails, freeing him to relish the very being of the word.
Oh my goodness. She's RIGHT!
Now I feel bad. All these years I thought the big blue guy was just one of those flabby, dumb, friendly types you see hanging around outside Shea Stadium looking for extra tickets. Now I realized I was making grossly inaccurate character assumptions. Probably because of his accent.
Ha. You all are nuts.
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