Featuring the Fonz, some fine songwriting, and an anonymous bellowing black woman. Found it via Rob Neyer.
As demonstrated by the degree to which this video now appears utterly bizarre, the amount that a culture and an art form can change within 20 years is truly amazing (at least, from the perspective of those within the culture; from an outsider's point of view, things probably don't seem all that radically different).
It's also mind-bending to imagine showing this to one's own children. Assuming for a moment that it is, in fact, an effective tool for preventing a child's molestation, would the warping effect of watching this clip be offset fully by the lowered chance that some stranger would get away with groping the kid? I guess you could view it like purchasing an insurance policy against molestation: sure, the kid is likely to get a little fucked up from watching this slice of well-meaning lunacy, but he/she'll be really fucked up should the worst happen, and eliminating the risk of the latter is worth accepting the certainty of the former.
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