Like many of you, I grew up loving Pluto, who has been around since 1930. Sure, he didn’t have the star power of marquee characters like Mickey Mouse and Snow White; in fact, he didn’t even have a voice.
But that wasn’t his fault. Anyone can see that Disney writers never understood him and didn’t appreciate his strengths. I was aware, even as a child, that he had been unjustly relegated to the status of bit player: sweetly silly, but not Goofy enough. Common-looking, and yet a tad too orange.
So I was not entirely surprised, in 2006, when Pluto was formally demoted. He wasn’t good enough to run with the big boys, the establishment said. Too small, and he had a cluster of hangers-on who — to more perceptive minds — might have added to his charm, but were instead viewed as detracting from his prominence: Charon, Styx, Nix, Kerberos and Hydra. He didn’t command his own space.
This is so effin arbitrary. I mean, look at them:
Contrast Pluto’s pals with Snow White’s minions, who, though deeply unattractive, have become stars in their own right. And they are actual dwarfs:
Is this fair? No!
So, after quietly chafing over the injustice done Pluto for nearly a decade, I am thrilled at the long overdue attention he is currently getting. Having finally given Pluto the respect of a closer look, those who once dismissed him are now singing his praises: You’re bigger than we thought, they’re saying. You have more depth, more variety; a kind of youthful vigor. You’re actually … impressive!
So, let’s savor the moment. Let’s each take a little time to affirm and celebrate Pluto’s vindication, and our own:
You are beautiful, and worthy. We knew it all along.