I can tell a lot about a man by how he responds to Goober. I'm serious. Goober is a puppet. He's a living, talking Gingerbread cookie puppet who comes to life through my ventriloquism. And he's funny. And has attitude. Women and children almost universally adore him. But men? A different story.
In the same way that only some man are secure enough to wear pink shirts, only some men will dare crack a smile. Only some men will laugh and play along and be child-like and embracing. Others? Not a chance. They are far too manly, far too intelligent, far too successful, far too stiff and boring and professional and eye-rolling to be playful with a muppet-like character like Goober.
But it's ok because the ones who have a sense of humor and a play-along attitude, well, those are the same ones who know that a successful children's character can make many millions of dollars a year. (The Teletubbies did $3 billion in licensing in one year.) It's big business. The men who get this? THOSE are the fun, smart people.
Those are men I want to be in business with, hang out with. Goober is my stuffed shirt sniffer outer, I just realized that.
No wonder I like men who like Goober.
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