Btw, DD has just presented me with her current favourite book (a present from nursery, which I have not yet binned/hidden).
'Peppa and her friends love dressing up!
Peppa is a fairy. "I can do magic."
Susie Sheep is a nurse. "I'll make you better."'
Etc.
Aside from my irritation about gender stereotyping (yes, she's a nurse in a cute little dress, and yes, I change it to doctor when I read it), it is the most boring, trite, plotless pile of crap ever.
Yet, if you believe my MIL, reading this book over and over to DD will, infallibly, make her smart.
By contrast, watching an episode of Sarah and Duck, which is using immensely more complex and playful language, better visuals, and actually has a fucking storyline, is apparently devoid of improving content.
Anecdata, of course, but FWIW MIL is not in the slightest bit middle class, and I am. But the problem there is, it's dead easy for me to witter on mumsnet about how happy I am for DD to watch cartoons, because, in real life, very few people look at me and immediately judge me for my poor deprived child, because I sound posh and we live in a house with lots of books. OTOH, MIL brought up her children in a very run-down council house (yes, with the TV constantly on in the background, but for her DH, not for the children), and she doesn't sound posh, and so people are much more likely to judge her. That's what's really nasty about the element of snobbery here, I think.