Lailia Tov (Good Evening)
I never liked Peter Pan.
In fact, I hated the book. Couldn't stand the Play, movie or even the Peanutbutter.
Peter Pan was more than a boy who didn't want to grow up. He was a man who refused to grow up.
Remaining a child means one doesn't have to make decsions for ones life. The downside; you might not like the decsions they make. All you wish to do is play and have fun, surround yourself with children, for they know how to have a good time. Having a few Wendy's and Tinkle Bells about don't hurt either.
But Wendy herself begins to realize she wants a man and family of her own and not raise someone's child. She does grow up and marry. Peter drops by to play with the children.
Wendy does indeed grows older, has grandchildren and G-d willing, even see her great- grandchildren.
Peter is still hanging tough in NeverLand. Where no one tells him want to do, where to go.
Peter Pan is forever tearing his shadow and looking for a Mama figure to set things right.
That's just our modern day Peter Pan, Michael Jackson.
In the real world. Peter Pan died a week ago,
He managed to knock all other news off the air. That is how important the Man-Child is. It doesn't matter that there are marines and soldiers in two battle zones, dying. His last dance video must air. It doesn't matter a woman just found out her husband is coming home in a coffin and their hometown will not be footing the funreal bill. That a son or daughter will be mourn by the nation, let alone the world.
The Man-Child who didn't know it wasn't ok to share your bed with little boys. To try and buy the bones of the Elephant Man. To have the money to buy your own personal Playground, but not seek couseling to deal with the anger and lonliness eating at your soul.
To die at the feet of your child.
And yet to have others still swept away with his charm, explaining his behavious away: "he was sad," "abused' and "oh I hope he is in heaven!" and of course, he was good to the children. I am going to be sick.
No wonder I hate that story.