Well last week the inevitable happened and that creature from the deep welcomed its muddle puddle soaked wellies into our blissfully unaware lives. Yep, you’ve guessed it…I hate Peppa Pig!
My hate for this pinkish creature began long before I had Munch. You see I work in marketing and if there is one thing I hate the most…it’s being marketed too, no matter how genius. So when I see shelves laden with Peppa Pig yoghurts, Peppa Pig clothes, Peppa Pig back packs, Peppa flipping Pig pants…everything you can think of. There’s even Peppa Pig World, of all things! Well, me and Peppa are already off to a bad start.
Poor Peppa! What’s she done to deserve this negative judgement before I’ve even watched her jump into a muddy puddle? Well I already know I can’t stand Ed Milliband and I’ve never met him.
Am I judging on looks? Well, Ed does look like Beaker from the muppets (and talks like him too). But is it just me who thinks Peppa Pigs head does kinda look like a very simplified outline of c*$k and balls! Daddy Pig is unfortunate enough to have the adage of facial hair to this picture. Don’t get me started on Grandpa Pigs saggy…em, chin! (You’ll never look at Peppa Pig in the same light again!) Check for yourself…
Maybe it’s what she stands for? Commercialisation of our little loved ones ability to fall in love with figures? Nope, can’t be that…Ariel rocks my world and I’ll quite happily buy every Little Mermaid thing there is.
Heck, who knows why I hate Peppa Pig so much. But as long as Munch adores her, I’m going to have to endure her and that damned theme tune! Peeeeeeeppa Pig….oink!