What the . . . Mr. Wizard is a Dick?
*What the…Friday? is a weekly Friday feature in which I resuscitate a video relic from the swampy pits of Pop Culture Wasteland.*
I remember science.
I remember lighting off rockets and looking through microscopes.
I remember growing mold in a petri dish filled with bouillon.
I remember a kid passing out during 9th grade biology class.
He cracked open his chin on a lab table. Right as we cracked open a fetal pig’s skull.
I was more disgusted by Matt’s chin than the pig’s skull. But ultimately I preferred the kind of science that didn’t require me to scoop out innards.
The kind of science on Mr. Wizard’s World.
Back in 6th grade, I liked to hang with Mr. Wizard after school. Gee whiz, it was fun.
He taught me about sound waves. He taught me about ant farms. He never dissected a fetal pig.
And yet he scared me.
I always sensed that just one wrong answer and he’d start hitting me.
Just look at him. He could go off at any moment.
Though I loved the man, I won’t deny it.
Mr. Wizard was kind of a dick.