Movies and musicals are our family’s thing.
We see everything kid-appropriate and have done so since our daughter was tiny.
We get OVERLY excited before movie releases, count down the days, and usually go opening weekend.
We are also the family who listens to musical soundtracks repeatedly and (if there’s not a film of the musical yet) watches YouTubed versions before heading to the theater so we’re familiar with the story.
Sunday morning Evita-watching.
Recently, however, the child has learned a difficult lesson.
A lesson many of us adult-types know well and one she was bound to learn sooner or later.
Sometimes the transition of a movie to television show or vice-versa leaves one highly disappointed.
I starred as Kermit the Frog my school’s presentation of the *first* Muppet Movie.
She was really excited and we settled in to watch what I’d hoped would be a marathon of episodes.
She was finished with the series before one episode was done.
She proclaimed it old-fashioned.
(Crushing for this Mama, but that’s a different post.)
I, however, sat rapt but not for the reasons I’d assumed I would.
It suddenly hit me, like one of her famed karate chops, how alike Miss. Piggy and I are.
Allow me to explain.
3 reasons Carla and The Piggy are doppelgangers:
- No matter what happens I know I rock. No matter what transpires Miss. Piggy KNOWS she’s a badass. Things not go my way? It cannot be about me—I rock! Rejected from a position/submission? It can NOT be my abilities—-I must not be what they’re looking for! My confidence–and that of the Pig–comes from within. It’s misplaced at times (something I freely acknowledge), but it never originates from/is changed by what happens around me!
- I’m verrry assertive. Yes, Miss Piggy is a hyperbolic puppet character. Yes I
fearbelieve I may be precisely as she is in my real, non-celluloid life. I’m assertive. I lay out and ask for exactly what I want. Piggy & I speak our minds unapologetically. Neither of us see any benefit in sitting back and waiting to see what life has to offer. She karate chops if she doesn’t get what she desires—I just back up, reposition and try again.
- I’ve chosen not to be Mrs. The Frog…in the same way I believe she’d remain Miss. Piggy, too. Mine wasn’t a feminist statement—it just was not who I am. It never really occurred to me to change. I am Carla Birnberg. I loved someone enough to partner for life—yet it sounded almost silly to me I’d change my last name to match his. It’s not who I am. And it’s not who Piggy is either.
Getting fancy with Mister the Birnberg.
More than anything what Miss. Piggy and I share is a choice of confidence.
We both choose to be unapologetically ourselves.
Each moment of every day in all interactions no matter what life tosses our way.
- Have you ever realized you share an abundance of traits with a fictional character?
- Is the NEW Muppet show as, uh, bawdy as they say?