First of all, I want to express my shock over the comments I have been receiving lately, ever since the news that I had kissed Bugs Bunny on the lips became public knowledge. I have been called filthy names, and a lot of strangers think of me as a filthy, degraded scum who is inferior to them if only because of the kiss.
I am not trying to justify here. I do not care a whittle about how people judge me on the fact that I kissed the most famous cartoon hare of all time on the lips. However, I feel I need to explain myself to those who are not sure what they would do if they were they in my place, and maybe somehow be able to assist them make their decisions, shall such an occasion arise.
Let me ask you a question: why should it ever be not okay for a dude to kiss a cartoon character on the lips? Is it him, or is it me? Will I get the cartoon Ebola virus, which will then mutate inside me and then ultimately destroy all life on planet earth? Or maybe, will he get my 3-dimensional cooties? I am fairly certain none of these can ever happen—there’s an entire dimension separating us that will keep such incidents from happening.
To my parents, who now suspect I might be a Cartoon just because I kissed a cartoon character I really like: don’t worry, I am a 3-d human. Though it would probably be so much more fun as a cartoon too—just imagining how my 2-dimensional digestive system would divide me into two halves cracks me up.
I have been asked this over and over again: was I drunk, on drugs, high, or somehow otherwise mentally incapacitated at the moment? The answer is no, no, no. I kissed Bugsy in full light of the day in full consciousness with all my senses in my control. It was a calculated move, which I will repeat if I get the chance. He is adorable—he is after all the third most popular animal icon of all time—and I did that to show my affection towards him.
Then there are some people who accuse me of being hypocritical. They tell me: ‘We-ll other cartoon characters like Daffy Duck, Tasmanian Devil, Thomas the Cat, and Meander are famous too. Would you kiss them? No, because they are neither as likeable, nor as controversial.’ I don’t understand how that makes me hypocritical—I like Bugsy boy more than I do the rest, but so what? Maybe if I start liking them, I’ll kiss them too. The fuss is uncalled for.
And finally there are the religious zealots who think it was very unholy to touch, let alone kiss, a cartoon character. They forget that half of our gods are cartoons too—elephant-headed man, monkey god, and so on. If our gods can be cartoons, and hang out with other non-cartoons unquestioned, why should I be bothered?
And please, I am not going to read all the filthy comments that those disagreeing with me will definitely post below this write-up. Get a life peeps!
I am not trying to justify here. I do not care a whittle about how people judge me on the fact that I kissed the most famous cartoon hare of all time on the lips. However, I feel I need to explain myself to those who are not sure what they would do if they were they in my place, and maybe somehow be able to assist them make their decisions, shall such an occasion arise.
Let me ask you a question: why should it ever be not okay for a dude to kiss a cartoon character on the lips? Is it him, or is it me? Will I get the cartoon Ebola virus, which will then mutate inside me and then ultimately destroy all life on planet earth? Or maybe, will he get my 3-dimensional cooties? I am fairly certain none of these can ever happen—there’s an entire dimension separating us that will keep such incidents from happening.
To my parents, who now suspect I might be a Cartoon just because I kissed a cartoon character I really like: don’t worry, I am a 3-d human. Though it would probably be so much more fun as a cartoon too—just imagining how my 2-dimensional digestive system would divide me into two halves cracks me up.
I have been asked this over and over again: was I drunk, on drugs, high, or somehow otherwise mentally incapacitated at the moment? The answer is no, no, no. I kissed Bugsy in full light of the day in full consciousness with all my senses in my control. It was a calculated move, which I will repeat if I get the chance. He is adorable—he is after all the third most popular animal icon of all time—and I did that to show my affection towards him.
Then there are some people who accuse me of being hypocritical. They tell me: ‘We-ll other cartoon characters like Daffy Duck, Tasmanian Devil, Thomas the Cat, and Meander are famous too. Would you kiss them? No, because they are neither as likeable, nor as controversial.’ I don’t understand how that makes me hypocritical—I like Bugsy boy more than I do the rest, but so what? Maybe if I start liking them, I’ll kiss them too. The fuss is uncalled for.
And finally there are the religious zealots who think it was very unholy to touch, let alone kiss, a cartoon character. They forget that half of our gods are cartoons too—elephant-headed man, monkey god, and so on. If our gods can be cartoons, and hang out with other non-cartoons unquestioned, why should I be bothered?
And please, I am not going to read all the filthy comments that those disagreeing with me will definitely post below this write-up. Get a life peeps!