You hated all the shows or all the Mouseketeers?
I mean, how could anyone hate ...
What’s truly depressing is that Mickey Mouse Club was one of the very few children’s programs available in the fifties. I hated all of them. All that idiotic dancing and over-acting by kids whose parents probably pushed them into show business just to get them out of their own faces for a few blessed hours each week. But I liked the cartoons.
I liked the Saturday Night Live parody, “RICKEY RAT”
R-I-C....See you in the sewers, suckers.
K-E-Y....Why? Because we’re vermin.
I liked both Annette and Spin and Marty.
gasp, you mean you didn’t like Howdy Doody or Pinkie Lee.
Just to make you feel good about yourself: Huckleberry Hound loves you too. Cecil? NAHHHH..., not so much.
But you could watch it without feeling like you needed a shower afterwards. It was just harmless fun. I'm so grossed out by what passes for "dancing" on TV these days -- more suitable for a strip club -- and the singing -- oral sex with the microphone, the "I'm having sex" face, the oversinging and vocal shouting -- yuck. Now I see why old people go to the opera. At least those voices are trained.
Well there was Soupy Sales.