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August 23, 2008

Sponge + Starfish = Scallop?

I've been a little behind in my Spongebob SquarePants viewing.... OK, years behind. I have not managed to keep up with every last episode, though I watch it when I can: at the chiropractor's, the dentist, my sister's house. Recently, while hanging with my nieces and nephews, I saw an interesting episode called Rock-a-bye Bivalve, in which Spongebob and Patrick adopt a parentless baby scallop.

When Patrick and Spongebob first become parents, everything is great. They enjoy spending time with the little scallop, and take it out to play. They're so caught up in the joy of parenthood that they don't even realize how jarring they are to others. Out on a bike with their scallop one day, they pass a mommy and daddy fish pushing a baby fish in a stroller. The fish look at Patrick and Spongebob, and over their heads, in a bubble, in pictograms, you see the confused question, "Square yellow sponge + starfish = scallop?"

Problems develop when the pair goes to decide who will be mother and who will be father to the little scallop. Patrick thinks at first that he should be the mother, because he has more experience with diapers--he still wear them himself--but Spongebob points out that Patrick can't be the mom because he never wears a shirt. So Patrick acquires a suit, tie and a briefcase, and goes off to work.

And that's where trouble sets in. As the mom, Spongebob spends all day every day trying to vacuum, iron, cook, comfort the baby and do about eight other things, all at once. Patrick keeps promising to help, but never does.

Eventually Patrick fails to show up one evening until very, very late. Spongebob meets him at the door in a pink nightgown with curlers on his head. He's very angry at having been forced to stay home alone and work all day, without any sort of interaction with other creatures who have mastered speech and rational thought. Patrick thinks he shouldn't be forced to assume equal responsibility for the scallop, because after all he works all day, and besides, he changed a diaper--once.

You can find outraged critiques on the web, claiming that the episode advocates homosexuality. Maybe.... But what I find more interesting is that even though Spongebob and Patrick are both male, they adopt traditional heteronormative gender roles within the partnership. And it's the fact that those roles are inherently unfair and oppressive that puts a strain on their relationship and makes them, together as partners, bad parents--not the fact that they are both male (as well as different species).

If an episode of Spongebob can underscore in 15 minutes that the real problem in all of these discussions of marriage and family is patriarchy, why is that so hard for others to see?

Posted by holly at August 23, 2008 10:06 AM

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By LG on August 25, 2008 7:03 PM

People get so bent about the funniest things. I know it sounds cliche, but I swear the people who get so worked up about that stuff are the ones who live their lives in those roles. You're right; the real issue is that the normality of those social roles are still acceptable in ANY relationship.

By Saviour Onassis on August 26, 2008 4:30 PM

I understand the situation you describe all too well... Even though I have never attempted to parent a scallop with a starfish, I have found myself slipping into gender roles/expectations and other such cultural complications in my own relationship. What I want to know is where are all the GOOD social role models?

I guess I should stop modeling my life after a cartoon.

By Holly on August 27, 2008 10:47 AM

Hi LG--

I swear the people who get so worked up about that stuff are the ones who live their lives in those roles.

Absolutely--because they're the ones who feel threatened when other people say, "Is this really a good choice?"

Hey SO--

What I want to know is where are all the GOOD social role models?

This is a question we should all be asking, and God only knows who will answer it. Even Gandhi was horrible to his wife, though he was good to everyone else.

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