the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
you couldn’t even write a book called “the very hungry caterpillar” these days. it would have to be something like, “the very cunty caterpillar”. or “the caterpillar who served cunt”. because of woke
the lions (chinese authors) do not concern themselves with the questions of "is this trope problematic or not". they ask bigger, more important questions like "is this hot or not"