”What a stupid woman,” my 6-year-old, Reid, said as Wilma tried to get husband Fred to pay attention to her.
Fighting a strong urge to turn Fred Flintstone Woos Again off — and hoping Reid knew that not all women are manipulative harridans and that not all men are rude, sexist, unfeeling louts — I sat with my mouth shut. But it was tough to watch as Wilma plotted ways to revive Fred’s romantic interest. No wonder The Flintstones cartoon show gave me a bad feeling as a child; these characters are miserable to one another.
When Fred hollers, ”Don’t argue with me, Wilma. When I’m stupid, I’m stupid!” you want to holler back, ”Don’t argue with him, Wilma!” D