I’ve been meaning to rewatch Watership Down for the last twenty years but have still not managed to deal with the trauma from forty years ago.
Fuck that movie, fuck the book. Just everything about it is traumatizing.
It’s funny how stories of actual refugees hit callused emotions but some damn bunnies hit the spot every time.
i wonder how much of the Empathy for Cute Animals but Not Humans effect is due to not many people having bad experiences with cute animals but plenty of bad experiences with humans
I, however, have the unique privilege of having had a sister who owned a deranged rabbit that she let roam the house. I once woke up from a nap to it biting me hard enough to draw blood. That thing was a furry asshole.
What little unrepressed memories of Watership Down I have seem to corroborate that rabbits are surprisingly violent…
