No, not that Calvin. Not the 16th century theological reformer.
No this Calvin is the one in need of reform.
Yes, that’s the Calvin I’m talking about.
He defies authority and is addicted to television and Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs cereal.
He eschews formal education for the experiential kind.
He borders on the brink of existential drama, and occasionally chooses to dive into the deep end of that psychic pool.
Oh, and to top it off his best friend is a tiger, a stuffed animal that exhibits just a bit more moral certitude than his “owner”.
Oddly enough, as “isms” go, this brand of Calvin-ism I can get behind. Calvin recognizes the absurdity of the adult world, and in confronting this absurdity he not only depicts an alternate reality but profoundly reflects that absurdity back to its creators.
Much to their chagrin, anyone who comes face to face with Calvin-ism must unfortunately accept it because he ain’t changing.
The best part of Calvin-ism, the super ultimate best-est part, is that if you don’t like the rules of the game — invent a new one. If the profound absurd nonsense of the “adult” world plagues you create more absurd nonsense. Which actually evens everything out; the equation is balanced.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Calvin restores order through chaos. Don’t tell him though, it will certainly go to his head.
Part of the Blogging From A to Z Challenge