Wicked

My two precious daughters are going to see "Wicked" this month. I was invited of course, but I'm not going. You see, a few and only a few people know this, but now everyone who reads this will know... okay.... here it goes, I'm scared of anything connected to the Wizard of Oz. I was pressured by my brothers to watch it. They thought they were doing the right thing by seeing that I was educated in this tradition, but they weren't. Everything, from the tornado, ruby slippers, freaky munchkins, malevolent flying monkies, wicked witch, curled up toes, loud mouthed wizard, not to mention the worry of whether or not the three freakzoids half man, half lion, scarecrow, and a tin can would get all their thingeys and Dorothy make it back, literally unnerved the crap out of me. I just don't get it. The childhood fears continue to this day. About the only thing I can tolerate about the movie without feeling nauseous is the song "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" when it's performed on American Idol. I think that movie should be rated R. I can watch Jason, Michael Myers, Scream, that Japenese monstery thing in that house, because I watched them as an adult. I do have two precious daughters, and they may gripe about it a lot, but the fact is I screened everything before allowing them to watch anything that might affect their lives the way Wizard affected mine. So what if all the 5th graders were watching Ace Ventura Pet Detective but, NOT MY GIRLS.