We’ve had a long line of animated characters absolutely fucking with all our developing wires when we were exposed at a vulnerable age.

I go way back, Disney’s Robin Hood/Maid Marian was my problematic pubescent mind-worm. Didn’t help that when growing up without school or friends or even a phone, it was one of only a handful of VHS cassettes I owned so I watched it a thousand times.

Later generations had so many others, from the mainstream favorites like Lola Bunny to more obscure ones like Minerva Mink in Animaniacs, to where we are today where I don’t think I can even watch Zootopia around others without feeling uncomfortable because of how much “content” is floating around out there.

I do think it’s healthy though, I think if we allowed more people to realize that their attractions are highly subjective and do not need to follow some homogeneous cultural norm, we would probably have a lot fewer people with crazy hangups and crippling insecurity about their weird kinks and desires.