Years ago, my wife was invited to take our youngest (then about 4 yrs old) to a gathering of moms and kids. While there, she mentioned that she had the latest Disney video out in the car if anyone wanted to watch it. One of the moms said, “Oh, no. We don’t watch Disney videos. After the children watched ‘The Little Mermaid’ they needed weeks of play therapy to get over the evil sea witch.”
My wife was about to start laughing when she realized the woman was serious. I worry about those children.
It’s a Mexican thing, actually. (Or maybe a Spanish thing. Do they have pinatas in Spain?) Structured violence and destruction, rewarded by processed sugar and empty calories. Pretty much everything that’s awesome about childhood all rolled into one. What’s not to get?
Or are you still not clear on the mechanics of it all?
Dude, even Satan got a backstory. Besides, we all know Vader was just a frail white guy in a suit representing the fact the deep down inside of all of us is a White guy.
In the UK Pinata are almost unkown, I will be careful not to say completely unknown since someone will say their Spanish Aunt does it, or has one, or whatever it is.
I suppose we Brits were too busy kicking French, Spanish and occasional sundry other butt about trying to build an empire to worry too much about hitting donkeys and throwing them off towers and the like.
Are these Pinatas big, about how much weight in sweets do they take ?
Do you eat them for some special day or some feast thing, come on, some of us need information here.
Here’s instructions on how to make a spider pinata. Most of the ones you get from the store are, as someone said upthread, cardboard and not paper mache, and therefore don’t break too easily. Us Murkins have them at birthday parties; you fill them with candy (the storebought ones don’t hold much, but if you make it yourself you can pretty much make it any size), take turns whacking at it with a stick while blindfolded, and when it breaks there’s a mad scrabble for the goodies that come flying out.
When you’re a little kid whacking at things with a stick is da bomb. Pulling pretty ribbons, meh, not so much. Although a little kid who can be traumitized by Ursula the sea-witch is probably a little kid who would pee his pants in fright when the pinata shatters. Jeez.
Now, isn’t that a happy thing? I had no idea.
It goes more like this here: Most of the people I know get them for their kids because it’s a fun birthday party activity that burns time, the kids get to whack something with a baseball bat and as mentioned earlier, the kid doing the whacking when it busts usually gets nothing because their blindfold is on and ends up crying and being consoled by the hosting mom (she’ll give him extra candy), thus teaching us about lust and greed and disappointment and redemption all at once. Voila! Instant moral. There are different sized pinatas, I think they hold about 5lbs worth of candy.
We had a pinata at one of our cousin’s parties, and they make those ribbon ones of strong material.
The little kids took turns hitting it, but it never made a dent. Then the bigger kids tried and still no luck. Then us grown-ups started bashing the hell out of it, but it still never broke.
Then someone noted the ribbons and pulled them. We simply had no idea the ribbons were supposed to be pulled. But a lot more people got to take turns hitting it (instead of breaking at the first good wallop), so now we get those every time.
More violence=more fun! Those pinata makers are geniuses!
Er, what? The OP mentioned the “pussification” of Vader. I noted that even the greatest villian in human history (no, not Lex Luthor, though he has a back story too now that I think about it) got a back story to explain why he is the way he is and kinda makes you feel sorry for the guy. That’s not pussification. That’s good storytelling and its’ been happening for thousands of years. Having a guy being evil–okay. Having a guy being evil and understanding why he’s evil and understanding that he’s trapped–classic.
I then made a reference to “Chasing Amy” with the longing to be a White guy thing.
What? That’s not the American way of dealing with adversity—if you can’t do something, you use an overpowered machine to do the job as quickly and violently as possible! They should be grinding the paper-mache bastards to smoking pulp under the wheels of their electric wheelchairs! They could try hooking their little supplemental oxygen lines together into a crude flamethrower to BURN their way to the goods!
Sheesh…people today. No ingenuity. No pride in accomplishment. No style!