I sit here looking to add substance to my blog about The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by reading Ursula LeGuin’s “Why are American’s Afraid of Dragons”, but find myself basically snubbed by her assumptions within the essay and am now more inclined to talk about that than anything else. I took this class because by plan is to someday write for children’s television shows someday, so taking a children’s literature course was kind of obvious. However, I never developed my love for writing from books (in fact I really don’t like to read at all), instead it came from television. To this day I’d rather see the new episode of Once Upon a Time on ABC, rather than watch the Jets lost another game during the football season. I’ve read graphic novels and comics since I was a kid and was never into many sports, westerns or detective stories (unless it involved Batman). What I’m getting at here is that I basically live in my imagination, and for someone who is now working toward developing it further in hopes of making a living using it, I find myself somewhat perplexed and vexed by Ursula’s thinking.

She grounds our forsaking of imagination in our assimilated roles within our genders and uses bases like the needs and gains of our financial responsibilities and attainments as a way of supporting this. However, this was done in 1974, so I would hope that our development and use of technology in the genres of film and television have enabled the general American populace to embrace and strengthen both our own, and opinions about, imagination. Now thinking about it, I just read the entirety of the Wonderful Wizard of Oz online from a miniature tablet, which would not have even been imagined to exist 10 years ago, let alone 38 years ago! Our development of things such as C.G.I and digital libraries have allowed us to push and fulfill our imaginations passed the stars and into the beyond, with no current end in sight. This essay might have made some sense then, but it makes a lot less sense now.