I had a nice walk today. There is a huge open area in the park that was covered with leaves, and there was a very strong wind that blew all the leaves into one area at the base of a rise. I planned to walk over there when I came back on my way home and jump into the leaves like a little kid, but I forgot and came back by a different path. Now it’s supposed to snow tonight, so I missed my chance.
This should not be an issue. Anybody with any sense knew that and it should not have to be explained to reasoning humans with functioning brain cells. If this keeps up, certain people will be petitioning to have this beautiful, warm, loving comic banned. Our world has truly gone insane.
I was traveling in a country where it got chilly at night and there was no heat in the room. They put a big rubber hot water bottle in my bed each night. It really worked and was snug and cozy. It stayed warm for hours.
I am sad for people who can’t distinguish reality from a comic strip with talking animals.
Please, no warning labels. No apologies. Everyone act like adults with functioning brain cells.
Or we could go full scale. Why is Kate at the beach? Do you know how many people, especially kids, drown each year? Not to mention shark attacks. People step on hot sand or sharp things on the ground! And serious sun burns!
So — No more beach scenes.
In fact, no more water scenes at all. Sirius and Floof playing in the bathroom because more kids drown each year in bathtubs than get buried in sand (3 per year being the average for the sand, and almost always boys for obvious reasons, so Kate is certainly safe).
And what about all the scenes of Kate out by herself? Why is she allowed out without a parent? Nor should she be home without a parent. That’s it — demand a parent in every scene.
Or just stop acting like this is anything more than a very beautiful, very entertaining, love-filled comic strip and enjoy what it is and stop trying to be dramatic about what it isn’t.
Whenever I hear/read things about what feminists think or believe, I wonder what secret official feminist decree that person is referring to. I am not aware of any, and I was born a feminist 74 years ago, as my family could well attest. To me, feminism means I am a person with intelligence and logic and reasoning and talents and abilities and rights and, most importantly, should not be denied my rights or objectified or treated as lesser.
I appreciate your concern, but I think most of us have figured out it’s a comic with talking animals and it’s not real life and no harm is intended. I hope we don’t get to the point where comics have to have warning labels. I grew up watching comic characters getting buried or clobbering each other with sledge hammers or being blown up by bombs or getting run over by steam rollers or crushed by falling pianos (and getting up and walking away) and I somehow survived without emulating them.
I miss the Yellow Pages. It was so nice to have all the info right in front of you without scrolling and clicking and scrolling and clicking and scrolling.
I had a nice walk today. There is a huge open area in the park that was covered with leaves, and there was a very strong wind that blew all the leaves into one area at the base of a rise. I planned to walk over there when I came back on my way home and jump into the leaves like a little kid, but I forgot and came back by a different path. Now it’s supposed to snow tonight, so I missed my chance.