The peanut butter sandwich is an old favourite and comes in several guises. There's the deep fried Elvis version, the peanut butter and jam (jelly) fave, peanut butter and honey and an original devised by a family member; peanut butter, lettuce and salt with no butter.
Try and feed any of these to a kid today and they'll need an ambulance at the very least, with a bloke carrying a scythe looming large in the background. For some reason there's a widespread allergy to peanuts going on. This is very disturbing to say the least. Modern kiddies are missing out on a lot. A helluva lot. So I started investigating, beginning with the ringleader of the peanut cabbal.
Therbs: What do you say about the allergic reactions kiddies today are having to Peanuts?
Blockhead: Good Grief!
Good grief !
Taking off to Yankee Dog's place for beer 'n pizza
This was a bummer as I found myself having no luck with comic strip characters. Nevertheless I decided to go to the perennial football puller.
Therbs: Hi Luce. What do you make of this allergy BS?
Pretend Shrink: I reckon its a beat up myself. Look, in the early days we had no problems with this. Kids loved us. How many Snoopy dolls helped youngsters get to sleep each night? Millions! What it does show however is that kids are having more trouble dealing with their own world. With us, we had few adult rules so we made them up ourselves.
Therbs: Is that why, for example, you kept on pulling the football back on CB?
PS: Yeah, but I was also trying to tear down his insecurities by exposing them through that trick. It was also a big pile of fun, I gotta tell ya!
Therbs: Was it a therapy designed to get him to eventually go and talk to the red haired girl?
PS: That was one result I was hoping for. I thought that I needed to break it all down for him, block by block.
Therbs: Hence the term 'blockhead'.
PS: Good eye, Freudo. Now you've used up your play money its time to get on with your quest. Vamoose!
Leave now. Your currency is worthless here.
So after a bit of research I was able to come up with something. My conclusion is that it looks as though the allergies are a sort of physical manifestation of childhood angst. In Philosophy Now, Jan/Feb 2009, Nathan Radke observes that:
"In order to combat despair, Charlie Brown succumbs to bad faith, which is to say, he denies his freedom: “I wonder what would happen if I went over and tried to talk to her! Everybody would probably laugh ... she’d probably be insulted too ...” It is only by falsely denying his freedom that Charlie Brown can overcome his despair. But by hiding behind bad faith, he does himself no favours. Another lunch hour is spent alone on a bench with a peanut butter sandwich."
So it ends up back with the peanut butter sandwich. Its just one big bloody circle. A bloody great mandala hanging around the psyches of our young'uns to be played with and teased out by the likes of Lucy. I guess that's a result CB's mob could be proud of.