I'll be the first to admit that I'm a cartoon junkie. I find no shame in this, nor do I think it's something that leaves me open to ridicule. I'm addicted to cartoons, and I'm not afraid to admit it.
There is a small caveat to my addiction, it can't be a cartoon that was made after I was in my teens. For whatever reason, almost all cartoons since the mid 1990s are sloppy. I'm not sure if it's because they have gone to digital animation instead of hand drawn, their horrible story lines, or a combination of the two.; but I can't handle the way cartons look anymore. They aren't entertaining by any stretch of the imagination, and that's a damn shame. I wish today's kids had the cartoon that I grew up with. Even more than that, I wish they had the cartoons that my mom grew up with, including The Flintstones.
No matter how much Fred Flintstone bloviates, yelled, pushes his chest out, or stomps his humongous feet, his heart is always in the right place. Fred is the quintessential blue collar family man caught up in taking care of his family. He is loud, aggressive, and just a tad bit bossy, but behind his obnoxious exterior, is a man who truly loves his family,
Everything he is, everything he is about, everything he does is centered on giving his family a better life. He works his ass off at the quarry, takes the odd job around town, and is constantly trying to scheme his way into the moneyed elite. He has a heart of gold, and not matter how much he may irritate people, he is the first in line to lend them a helping hand.
I grew up with a father that was like Fred in a superficial way, but unlike him in more ways than one. My dad was loud, obnoxious, pushed his chest out, and unlike Fred, threw a punch more often than not. What he wasn't was a man who was willing to put his family first, and do what needed to be done to take care of them. Who my dad was, is why I love Fred as much as I do. I wanted a father, who despite what was on the exterior, was a man who put his wife and kids first. I wanted a dad who did what it took to make sure we were safe and loved. I'm not sure I wanted a prehistoric caveman who yelled "Yabba Dabba Doo" all the time, but I'm pretty sure that if I had, my father would still be around.