And boy, we're arrogant.
When we think of bears, Winnie the Pooh (or Pooh Bear) comes to mind. As a character intended for children to appreciate, often found in children's books, don't you think it's a bit wrong for him to not be wearing pants, like in this picture for instance, especially when he's sitting there in such a laid-back, innocent manner:
Who comes up with this stuff? How is a stupid, ignorant and overweight bear with no claws or sharp teeth supposed to inspire children and teach them a moral lesson? (The same goes for Eeyore's depressing existence.) How demeaning for the bears in the wild, 'cause they are, in reality, agile, strong and very tactful predators.
Winnie the Pooh is famous for loving honey, and we as an audience often get a long, comfortable look at his bare ass when he manages to get his head stuck in some beehive, or some cave full of honeycombs, because he's that stupid. Like Pooh Bear, real-life wild bears also like honey, and so what do we humans do, us oh-so-self-righteous and powerful humans?
We serve honey out of a bear. We steal the honey from the environment in which the animal that likes it lives, manufacture little plastic containers grotesquely shaped like bears, and squeeze its favorite sweet substance through a tiny hole in its head.
Jeez. That's sick.
And what do you think about a bearskin rug? Because I think it's so unnecessary.
"Hmm, you know, I think the living room looks great, but it's just... missing something."
"...Really? What?"
"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm... The back of a dead bear perhaps? Like laid out in the shape of him? I think that would be awesome."
"Wow, I never thought of that. Do you really think so?"
"Oh, yeah, I highly recommend it."
"Should I keep the head on?"
"Yes, definitely. We want to remember where it came from. It's head is the best pillow when you lie on the rug."
How despicable.
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