Apparently, outside it's
again. Whatever. I only know this, because I found
in front of my bedroom door...
Obviously, my sister must have put it there (bless her soul). I sighed, but then thought:
"Oh, well ... I guess it's kinda cute. Sort of. At least it's pink."
So I opened it. The Bunny inside looked adequately
(as you would expect from an Italian company that promotes and cashes-in on the insanity that is religion)...
I was ready to put it aside and make tea,
WHEN I SAW THIS:
WHAT THE FUCK?!?
It's 2016, and these hetero-normative fascist xtian pigs still get away with this shit?!?
FUCK YOU, FERRERO. FUCK YOU HARD!!!
But then I thought to myself:
"Beautiful, kind Goddess Anna-Varney... maybe you are entirely wrong about this. Maybe ... yes, maybe there is something INSIDE of this monstrosity? Something that is
just for girls? Like ... oh, I don't know ... THE PILL, maybe?"
So I got out my pink toolbox, grabbed my pink hammer...
...and went to investigate...
Apparently, there really
something inside, indeed.
, I thought,
I took a closer look...
If I was in a better mood, I might point out the biting cynicism of this ... as in false promises luring girls to look "deep inside of themselves" (=the egg being a symbol of the human soul), only to discover their one and only purpose in life. But I am not, so I won't spell it out. All I say is:
FUCK YOU, Ferrero.