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There is a fine line between “mascara” and “war paint” and I fear that little bunny Fufu here has not only crossed the line, but gave it lush and full and possibly water-resistant lashes. I would never call the Easter bunny an icon of masculinity, but we’re playing some strange gender games here. That necktie in particular isn’t helping. It says, “Let’s accessorize with zinnias!” And that’s the beginning of a strange downward spiral that ends up in a “Peeps” sweatervest and a giant egg-shaped wheelbarrow.
For example.
And now we’re in some sort of Kafka/Gilliam-inspired scene from a Rankin/Bass “Tragedy of the Working Easter Bunny” movie. It’s a bitter film about a rabbit who, unappreciated by his superiors, for reasons no-one can remember, slogs wheelbarrows of eggs day after day until, finally, he dyes.
(crickets)
We’ll take another running charge at that joke later, and go back to the mascara. My god, it’s like the forbidden art of matsuge abunakkashii, or “fighting eyelashes.” Some practitioners were able to decapitate a man by standing behind him and blinking suddenly. Not that this rabbit would ever do that. Of course, I have no idea what’s in that wheelbarrow. Could be heads. Probably not, but could be.
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Edward Scizzoreylashes?