Usually a thirteen year old would not write a blog post about the Wiggles. Thinking about it, it’s kinda wierd. But I have a full-time nephew, who adores the Wiggles. They have become more or less background music.
Irritating, repetative, and rediculous. In my opinion. In Xave’s, they’re funny, colourful, and clever. And you never argue with a one year old. Ever. (Better for your eyes that way, just kidding, Rachel. Don’t hit me with a rolling-pin.)
however, I’ll say this for them. It’s better than Thomas the Tank Engine, why, because that is so repetative, I am so sick of that song. The Wiggles is slightly more varied. And Baby Einstien is just scary. If that’s not hypnotism, I don’t know what is, because Xave liked it, and I have never seen a single thing duller than that. (Despite the fact I never saw a wide range of baby shows till Xave came. Am I ever glad!) But seriously, pixelated shapes moving across a screen….that is hypnotic, I am certain. And I am concerned. 😉
But Xave likes it. Half the poluation of mini Australia adores it. Over half the population. Who am I to argue?