Americans accuse Peppa Pig of 'brainwashing' their children after US kids start using British slang
As news of the birth of Mummy Pig's third child continues to fill media slots, British fans, parents and children alike, have expressed their joy in welcoming baby Evie to the world.
But overseas, it seems not everyone is so doted on the newborn, with Americans taking to social media to lament their frustrations at the show, blaming it for having changed their children's accents.
Writing on Reddit, one American parent blamed Peppa Pig for 'brainwashing my kid', saying their daughter had started imitating the cartoon character and had picked up on an English-style of speaking.
Submitting their complaint on the forum page, the parent wrote: 'Last week my daughter kept calling her swimsuit her 'swimming costume.''
Horrified at the British utterance, the parent quickly corrected them on the Americanised version.
'I told her that we are American and in this country we say swimsuit,' they asserted.
Asking the forum if they had shared similar experiences, they wrote: 'Anyone else notice their kids using British or Australian English terms because of Peppa Pig and Bluey?'
Commenters shared the concern, with several others citing incidents of their brood imitating the cartoon pig, with others repeating anecdotes of children referring to 'swimming costumes'.
'Yes, we use swimming costume, 'the garden' instead of yard, and last year we grew tomatoes and she pronounced it with an accent. She doesn't really even watch Peppa much but those stuck,' one wrote.
The impact was so felt viscerally by one parent that they 'banned' the show in their house, adding that they 'truly hate the little brother (George) so much'.
Another frustrated parent complained: 'My daughter developed a habit of speaking out of the side of her mouth like the characters do in the show and that's when I put an end to it.'
Though other parents looked on the linguistic changes more fondly. 'My kids picked up 'Holiday' instead of 'Vacation' and 'ready, steady, go!' instead of 'ready, set, go!',' shared one, while a another chimed in: 'My kid calls the backyard 'the garden' and I honestly think it's adorable.'
'One of my kids started saying petrol for gas, satnav for the GPS, holiday for vacation, and says zeb-ra instead of zee-bra!,' another explained.
One Redditor shared: 'My kids call pants trousers now thanks to British kids shows, and they call each other cheeky monkeys.'
'Yes she mixes a lot of English/Australian accents which is mostly cute but ones that aren't cute are when she mimics 'STOPPPPP' or 'this is boring.' All from Peppa,' another complained.
Despite the stern post, the Reddit poster maintained that they found the use of British terminology 'utterly charming'.
They wrote: 'Just to be clear, I'm being snarky/cheeky with the title of this post. I thought it was utterly charming my kid used the British term.
Other parents noted the impact of similar, extremely popular children's TV shows on their fledglings evolving accents, with some pointing to Bluey for instilling Australian style-speak.
'My 3 year old daughter likes to tell me I'm 'taking ages' during whatever task I'm doing so... Thanks Bluey.'
Meanwhile, American youngsters have picked up on countless English-style words, including 'biscuits', 'Satnav', and describing 'the garden' as opposed to 'the yard'.
It's not the first time that American parents have complained about the impact of Peppa Pig on their youngsters.
Last year, countless parents furiously branded the cartoon a 'brat' and said she had taught their children 'rudeness and impatience.'
Parents also reported their kids have become so obsessed with the cheeky cartoon they have adopted British accents and mannerisms.
Kayla Tychen, a mother from Houston, said: 'Peppa is rude and impatient, and the show teaches kids that this is who she is and that it's OK.
Another mother, Armita Asgari, 41, told The Wall Street Journal that 'Peppa is a brat' after she noticed a change in the way her five-year-old son Luca acts compared to a few months ago.
The mother recalled that her son approached their neighbor and said: 'Look, David's got a big Tummy!'
'That was when I realized he had picked up all these behaviors from Peppa Pig.'
The birth of Evie Pig was announced on Good Morning Britain on Tuesday.
Welcoming the newest addition to their family at the Lindo Wing in London - the same location where Kate Middleton gave birth to all three of her children - a town crier has now officially announced the piglet's birth.
Addressing the public from outside the hospital the town crier declared: 'Lend me your ears for news of the birth of a daughter to Mummy and Daddy Pig. Peppa and George have a baby sister and her name is Evie.
'Long live Evie Pig!'
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He sees this as a creative avenue opened up by social media; you couldn't attempt this sort of thing on stage as it would take too many tries to get right and the audience would boo. On the other hand, the minuscule attention spans of TikTok and Instagram Reels force him to be more inventive than he'd have to be on stage. 'People always want more on social media. On stage, you can build up a story. People are patient. On social media it needs to be good right away. People get bored so easily. Everyone is just scrolling, scrolling, so it really pushes me to find the most attractive, best thing immediately.' It is a double-win, algorithmically, if you can not only snare someone's attention, but then get them to watch your 15-second video again. 'I think that's my strong point,' Grégoire says. 'The tricks are sometimes so complicated, people rewatch them three or four times to understand them.' Indeed, some of the greatest trickshooters embrace the form's inherent dadaist absurdity. Videos of ping-pong golf jostle for attention with images of death and devastation in Gaza and Ukraine, and maybe offer some mordant commentary on them – just as the artists of the original Cabaret Voltaire embraced surrealism, chaos and non-meaning at the height of the annihilation of the first world war. 'You know, when I open my Instagram now, it's like crimes against humanity … trickshots … crimes against humanity … trickshots!' says Michael Rayner, 62, AKA @brokenjuggler, who makes delightfully weird trickshot videos in his Los Angeles front yard. 'I'm sort of here for all of it,' he says, arguing that what you see on short-form media is in some senses a truer reflection of reality than what you see on TV. 'America is a very violent country right now. I perform in a lot of immigrant communities and everyone is terrified of being snatched away by Ice. My videos are my own therapy but I also hope they give people some diversion in a harsh world.' A professional entertainer, Rayner took to Instagram after all of his regular comedy club gigs were cancelled during the pandemic. These included routines that he has spent the best part of five decades honing: one involves him keeping a tennis racket aloft by batting it between two sticks; another involves him spinning a cheeseburger around a parasol. But he combines these with improbable trickshots. His signature move is throwing his daughter's Nicolas Cage cushion behind his head into a basketball net. The fact that he performs all this deadpan, looking very much like some 'schlubby dad on his driveway', causes a large degree of cognitive dissonance in the comments section. 'Sometimes my videos are so fantastical that people assume it is fake. They think it's AI or green screen. That's the sad thing about reality now. Reality itself is thought of as fake.' He's recently added voiceovers to his videos, framing his trickshots as a sort of religious rite. 'I was summoned by the oracle,' he intones on one. 'And to complete my mission, I had to make a Nicolas Cage basket while on a unicycle … ' In another he expresses gratitude for the fact that he gets to do this stuff for a living. 'Can you imagine? Some people have to have jobs where they sit behind a table and write on pieces of paper and hand those pieces of paper to someone else. But I am lucky. I am grateful. I am in charge.' The Hulett brothers are certainly grateful. If they were not performing trickshots, they would be working in finance. 'That's what our majors were in college, so we've both gone in the opposite direction,' David says. Their father is a banker, their elder brother an accountant and their sister a financial analyst. 'I never thought I'd be in a creative job,' Daniel says. 'And I never thought I'd get to spend so much time with my brother.' Still, this is a respectable career now. When they announced to their father that they intended to do this full-time, far from being disappointed, he asked for a business plan. 'Once we gave him the business plan and executed on it, he's always been very supportive. 'You're making money. You're happy. This is great.'' A successful video can bring in thousands of dollars a month but it's no sure thing. The nickel video, for example, bombed so badly that the brothers removed it from TikTok. This is why it's important to re-edit videos so they also work across Facebook, Instagram and YouTube – the better to hedge against algorithmic disruption – and to pursue branding deals, which they say account for 80% of their income. Their medium-term goal is to move into more lucrative longer-form YouTube content, but even now money is good enough that they can hire a warehouse and employ business managers and editors, meaning they can spend each afternoon doing what they do best: trickshooting. On a normal day they will spend five or six hours tossing a Mentos mint into a Diet Coke bottle revolving on a bicycle wheel, or rolling soccer balls across ping-pong table obstacle courses – which makes it start to seem like a respectable time investment. Can any of us really say that we spend our working lives doing something more important? Michael Rayner certainly sees it as time well spent. 'You know, I get a lot of private messages from people saying they were really sad today but then my videos did snap them out of it for a moment,' he says. 'I don't want to be grandiose but if I can bring a little bit of happiness to people suffering from mental illness, I'm happy with that.'
