I might be late on this train, but I like Vikings. Specifically, I like Capital One Vikings, “How to Train Your Dragon” Vikings, the viking-like villains in “Tangled.” Why? Because they are burly men with sensitivity. They want to be mimes, pianists, interior decorators, poets! They want to be good parents, good husbands, respectable citizens in their community.
The main exception would be football players, such as the Minnesota Vikings. I’m a Philly Eagles fan, so there’s no changing that.
It’s a hazard of parenting two little girls that my cinematic exposure of late is limited to animation. Thank goodness, the people at Pixar, Dream Works, et. al., feel my pain. They heap gobs of inside jokes to keep the mom creature engaged. This also assures that the dad creature will keep the folks at Amazon.com busy packaging and shipping BluRay DVDs to our house. And we always, always, always, watch the extra stuff, the making of, the storyboarding, the drawing, the ideas, everything!
But back to my idea that Vikings are the sweethearts of Madison Avenue, thanks to concerns about personal credit ratings. I mean really, isn’t the point that if these guys can get a credit card, why can’t you? And what else does it do? Does it mean a mom like me might have something in common with the guy with the studded eyebrows who might know the secret to a successful crumb coat? I think so!
Does it mean that if someone you might traditionally be afraid of might actually be interested in being more accessible, but someone has to break the ice? Be the icebreaker! Those burly big guys in your world really just want someone to reach out and try to understand them.
Lavagal 