From looking at the picture, it occurs to me that the bulls should have schlongs right there. Maybe they decided it was better for rubberised boobies to be exposed than alternative gender-related organs.
it's because male cows with teats are, and I quote, "fucking funny".
But aren't there bulls in the movie? That's just weird.
demanding to know if there was a Transsexual Agenda Being Promoted Here.
Heh. That thought had crossed my mind too, in moments when I decided to charitably assume the filmmakers were being subversive instead of dense.
so what is Pluto?
Maybe not a planet anymore, according to the Science Channel show I watched last night.
I wonder if enough moviegoers will find male cows with teats "fucking funny" to make this movie its money back.
Alas, probably.
I don't think it's possible to feel worse based on an NY Times article.
The sinus headache!migraine part was interesting but didn't make me feel worse. The depressing part is the vascular involvement. Before I was in blinding pain. Now (well, not
now
now, but more generally now), I'm in blinding pain and can expect to die earlier of a heart attack or stroke, which is a little depressing when I think about it. Of course, with the blinding pain it can be a bit hard to think, so maybe that's not a big deal.
I lost at least two grandparents to strokes. My parents and sisters have all been medicated at one time or another for high blood pressure.
Mine's distractingly low. I choose to view this as a positive thing.
While I'm of course disturbed by male cows, I'm also dismayed at the tendency of Hollywood animation to characterize worker bees and ants as
male.
That just ain't right.
I'm just boggled at the idea of a Disney exec promoting one of their movies with the praise "fucking funny."
OK, I watched BB. You know who I love more than ever? Danielle. I have always only liked Will as a character on TV, not as a person. He's totally evil! This is why we call him Evil Dr. Will!
Also, the producers are really playing dirty, I think. People aren't having fun anymore. And they're what, half done?