It can be kind of a complicated holiday — or maybe, like Columbus Day, I make it so. Whatever, I own my penchant for perspective sharing. I can’t help it.
I mean, on the one hand, “Yay, July 4th! Fireworks! No work! No King George! Huzzah, bitches!” On the other hand, “freedom” meant something different for my ancestors and a whole bunch of other folks who were–let’s be real–here first by the time July 4th, 1776 rolled around.
Those are conversations I’ll save for another time and venue. For now, here’s some nostalgia for the holiday brought to you by way of my childhood friend, Anissa, who reminded me how much Schoolhouse Rock informed my knowledge of the law, of America (right or wrong) and my desire to learn more.
You know this one, right? You and I both sat in 8th grade American History and sang this under our breath as we wrote it out for the mid-term exam:
Hey, Tea Party, check it out! No, not that kind of mean old misogynistic, fairly racist Tea Party! This kind:
And, oh, Bill! (Not Clinton, the other one!)
Oh, those British. They were coming, all right, with their tea and hard cheese … Thanks, Paul Revere for setting your iPhone to wake you up in time to send the alert!
And, lastly, this one, which has nothing to do with July 4th, but is my all time favorite Schoolhouse Rock vignette. Unpack MY adjectives? Why don’t you unpack YOUR adjectives, buddy?