The Loveable Shmoo

Have you ever heard about the Loveable Shmoo?



I learned about this little guy in my medical sociology class, for some now completely forgotten reason on the syllabus that day, and S and I still think about him from time to time. Today S and I talked about how it may be okay to eat cows and pigs and chickens, because maybe they, like the Shmoo, just delighted in making people happy and being eaten by them.

Regardless, I'd love to have a shmoo or two. I myself delight in thinking about what might happen if we had shmoos to give to the most peaceful, loving, intelligent, and social-justice-minded individuals of our generation. Those shmoos would love and delight in constantly making those people happy by making others not only happy but bringing the world equity and dignity for all. Of course, if I had one myself, quite honestly, he might have to spend just as much of his time fetching me Chipotle and Starbucks as saving the world and rescuing mankind. So that is the problem of the Loveable Shmoo, and more importantly and pointedly, the problem with me.