As you know, I’ve recently become obsessed with Mister Rogers. Well. MORE obsessed than I was, I guess I should say. And I also guess that is simply an extension of my ever-growing obsession with Pittsburgh.
When I started my blog, I loved Pittsburgh. Now, I would stalk Pittsburgh if it ever broke up with me, and I would call its cell phone 40 times a day, defy the restraining order, and probably wind up in jail.
Watching Mister Rogers & Me by MTV’s Benjamin Wagner has absolutely changed the way I looked at Fred Rogers. There is so much to this man that you probably aren’t aware of, even if like me, you grew up with him inside of your television. I had planned to interview Ben for Pittsburgh Magazine.com, but unfortunately that doesn’t seem to be happening, so I’ll probably just post a review of the fantastic documentary soon, so that you can decided for yourself that YOU MUST SEE IT.
That was a Jedi mind trick. Did it work?
Anyway, Mister Rogers is love. Pure love. And that is why Mister Rogers and ONLY Mister Rogers can get away with giving some kiddos the middle finger back during the first season of Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood. ONLY Mister Rogers can stick up that middle finger with a huge smile and make you say to yourself, “God. I miss that man so much. What a human being.” Only Mister Rogers can put up two middle fingers in your face and make you feel warm fuzzies on your insides.
More on Mister Rogers soon because there’s so much I want to teach you about him.