Saturday, 11 October 2008

I ♥ CB

Before you're all "oooh, who's CB, eh?!" it's Charlie Brown, silly people, that "loveable loser, a child possessed of endless determination and hope, but who is ultimately dominated by his insecurities and a "permanent case of bad luck", and often taken advantage of by his peers."

(Please tell me you've all heard of him. Or read him. At least once.)


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He manages his baseball team to straight losing streaks every season, without fail (no pun intended); he has his heart set on the little red-headed girl, who he can't bear to tell how he feels; he never receives any Valentines; his dog, Snoopy, often thinks he's a pilot in WWII, and refuses to go to the vet for needles; he can't fly kites; he constantly goes to Lucy for advice, who usually tells him he's "wishy washy;" he constantly says "good grief!;" oh, and he's a super delegate in the upcoming election. (What? You didn't know?)


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Apparently, the red-headed girl is based on cartoonist Charles Schulz's girlfriend:

The infamous Little Red-Haired girl was based on an actual woman named Donna Mae Johnson whom he courted for a time, though she was holding out for a boyhood friend whom she had grown up with in the local Lutheran church. Though the relationship was serious, it ultimately was used to wake the other suitor out of his romantic slumber by way of jealousy. Donna Mae Johnson loved Schulz, but could not imagine a life wedded to that of a cartoonist, and convention won out in the end. For Schulz, the impact of losing her was profound, and if the comment of a former girlfriend is true—that he had to be refused in order to fall in love—it is no surprise that he had a long standing affection for her that was weaved into the heart of Charlie Brown.











Aw. We hear ya, Charlie Brown.


x
JAG

3 comments:

K. said...

Believe it or not, I think I actually cried when Charles Schulz died.

jacques du'loque said...

WWI Pilot, love. =)

K. said...

Yeah, I cry when an iconic cartoonist dies but I can't remember ever shedding a single tear for any of my keeled-over relatives.