Monday, August 23, 2010

The Affects of Peek-a-boo on Today's Society



Peek-a-boo! It is I, the absented blogger. Happy Postcard Friendship Friday!



Posted October 10, 1911. Message: Dear Hazel, how is everything in Alpine? Wish the picture on the other side was W.S. and (?). Will write you a letter tomorrow. Answer soon. Zack

The somewhat cryptic message about W.S. and (?) leads me to believe that Miss Pendorf is not Zack's peek-a-boo paramour. I am sorely disappointed. However, I also understand that this racy innuendo of a card would not get past Mother Pendorf's hand. She will be mortified that Postman Pete has probably read the card. No-last-name-Zack will be banned from dinner table conversation and all house parties forthwith.

The Effects of Peek-a-boo on Society

It has long been known that playing peek-a-boo has an understated importance in the cognitive development of babies. Yes it does. This simple game teaches the concept of object permanence. Object permanence is the understanding that even if an object cannot be seen, heard, or touched, it still exists.



Piggy Peekaboo - Peekaboo in its sweetest form

Thanks to Fisher-Price, Disney and the trucking industry, the concept of object permanence is clouded by the false notion that everything is always there unless it has been recalled. Example: There are no seasonal fruits. No need to wistfully look forward to spring rhubarb, summer cantaloupe or winter pomegranates. The trucking industry brings us Chinese cherries in January, Batswanian tangerines in July and Norwegian sardines any time that, somehow, a can happens to be sold off the shelf. On the other hand, if there is no rhubarb, cantaloupe or sardines on the grocery shelf one tends to believe they do not exist.

Children who have not been instilled with the concept of object permanence grow to adulthood without a clue that although some things may not be right in front of their face, that does not mean it doesn't exist.

A simple example of this is April 15th. Every single year. Adults everywhere are caught completely off guard and unawares. Every single year. They end up in long lines at the Airport Post Office to postmark their taxes by midnight. Had these adults received ample peek-a-boo time as infants it might have occurred to them that..oh, I don't know....just because their month-at-a-time calendar view says it is March doesn't mean that April does not exist.


An Example of Object Permanence

Examples of Adults who suffer from lack of peek-a-boo and the permanent object of their downfall:

Person / Permanent Object Overlooked
Saddam Hussein / US Armed Forces
Lindsey Lohan / Common Sense
Texting Driver/ Mack Truck
Kim Jong-il / Effects of Toni Home Permanents
Watergate Participants / Martha "Mouth of the South" Mitchell
John Wilkes Booth / Bunting Safety Hazard
Alolph Hitler / The Rest of the World
Marie Antoinette/Cake Ingredients
Cain/God
Roger Chillingworth/ The Devil
Tiger Woods/Unlimited Texting Upgrade





People Who Play Peek-a-boo For a Living

The effects of the lack of peek-a-boo are seen daily in criminal activities. The average criminal has no concept of the following permanent objects: security cameras, concerned citizens, scorned women, GPS, CSI SWAT FBI, Mom.

After committing the crime the criminal falsely believes, that if hidden, he does not exist. He/she finds the mistruth in this paradigm when S.W.A.T stops by to play the adult form of peek-a-boo: POLICE! DROP YOUR WEAPONS! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEADS!


Apprehended Adult Playing Late Stage Peek-a-boo

The criminal, handcuffed and on his way to the hoosegow, finally understands the rules of the game (except in the case of the smirking Bernie Madoff)and invariably attempts to play peek-a-boo with the press and a mob of infuriated bystanders by hiding her eyes. Very effective.


Example of Object Permanence oft overlooked by society as a whole


Do your part. Play peek-a-boo with your babes! Play peek-a-boo with the cute baby in the grocery store and the one looking over Mom's shoulder in church.

Peekaboo to you!

Thank you to several of my dear bloggie friends who have inquired as to my apparent permanent lack of existence. Just the usual attention span deficit.

For more Postcard Friendship Friday Fun stop by and see Beth at The Best Hearts Are Crunchy

11 comments:

Dorincard said...

The Peekaboo guy might have an incendiary attitude...
Your blog really is "of interest". :)

Beth Niquette said...

Oh, what a charming postcard! lol I adored this post. Thank you so much for sharing!

Have a great day, and Happy PFF!

Beth Niquette said...

PS I missed you!

Lyneen said...

LOVE the post... I am so glad to have played Peek-A- Boo in my youth... not ashamed to say I find myself regressing with young children...

Wonderful Post...TFS

Thanks for dropping by your comment made me giggle... your "emergency oxygen"

Happy PFF!

Postcardy said...

You probably could get arrested for playing peekaboo with a stranger's baby!

Sheila @ A Postcard a Day said...

Great fun post! We missed you, we must have had plenty of peek-a-boo in our youths. :)

Bob of Holland said...

Adorable, amusing post. I love the card and yes, I loved to peek-a-boo as a kid and later with my sons. happy PFF.

MrCachet said...

Someone said 'It is better to be seen and not heard'. They were probably deprived of the peek-a-boo as children don't you think?

viridian said...

So glad to 'see' you again. Missed you over the summer.
Do you remember Phyllis Diller's routine on 'peekaboo' blouses (from the late 60's?)
"he peeked, then booed!"

Carole said...

What a fun postcard!

Debby said...

You are, Muse, as hilarious as always. I've always thought that criminals playing late stage peekaboo were rather like my parents' black lab. He loved licorice. Oh, he loved it in the most powerful sort of way. So much so that when one of the little grandkids toddled into the kitchen and was given a piece of licorice, and then made the tactical error of passing by the dog, the dog simply reached out and gently pulled the licorice from the child's hand, and then ducked his head under a coat hanging on the back of the kitchen chair while he ate it. As if, if he was unable to see us, we were unable to see him, and what he had done. Look at your pictures again. That woman? She honestly thinks that she's invisible.