I'm in love, I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!
Does this ever happen to you? You’re looking for say, a heart shaped fried egg mold, and you fall down a rabbit hole and end up nowhere you want to be? This happened to me yesterday, in the Interwebs. One second I was looking at guinea pig huts for our guinea pig, and the next I was face to face with a rabbit from the apocalypse. It’s hard not to linger over a page like this, a page that at first glance seems vaguely legitimate. It has words like nature and conservancy. And global warming. Most people know that’s legit.
So as I’m staring at this page, at this rabbit in size XXXL, I realize that this isn’t a site about the goodness of preserving nature. No, this a cleverly disguised site for ladies who like rabbits. As in, like like rabbits. In a romantical way. For your consideration…
Exhibit A: The crazed look in Mrs. Edwards’ eye. The look that says, AT LAST, I have found the ONE! Look at the way she’s holding him, the tendons are sticking out from her hand she’s got such a death grip on him. You’re never getting away bunny. So don’t even try. And yes I’ve noticed the rabbit is called Amy, but that’s simply to throw us off.
Exhibit B: “Mrs. Edwards insists he is healthy and not overweight.” For reals? Are we looking at the same bunny? He’s a moose. This is called denial Mrs. Edwards and it’s what happens when you fall in love.
Exhibit C: The Zales sponsored link with what is very clearly an engagement ring. Target market for readers of this site? Ladies who love bunnies and want to drop a hint to their bunnies about a *cough*ring*cough*.
Exhibit D: Ads by Google. At first I thought this was just another case of a Google ad gone hopelessly awry. Look at that ad, no not the VW Tdi ad, the OTHER ad. Yeah, don’t click on it. You can’t actually, it’s a picture. But trust me it’s not a site where you can go buy a rabbit. At least not that kind of rabbit. Clearly a targeted ad for the ladies who don’t need Mr. Rabbit they just need Mr. Rabbit Right Now.
Exhibit E: The offer of advice to President Obama at the top of the page. Advice about what exactly? Policies on rabbits large enough to drive my car without moving the seat forward? This is what crazy ladies in love do, they act all serious like – oh, I’ve got goals and political opinions! But really all they want to do is settle down and breed like, well, rabbits.
{ 3 comments… read them below or add one }
Great story. People have been fascinated with rabbits since Alice fell down the rabbit hole and landed in Wonderland in 1951. Then in the 60’s Grace Slick and Jefferson Airplane encouraged us to go rabbit crazy, taking acid and making love not war.
Today it would take a lot more than acid to enable me to dance around Exhibit E, but reading your story and reflecting back on the biggest rabbit I ever saw (he was 10 feet tall you know) makes me laugh and remember the fun I had in my younger days. Of course I was only six years old when I first saw the rabbit and he was in technicolor. It was drugs and girls that made that rabbit really come to life just over a decade later.
Come to think of it . . . we still do that today. Timothy Leary’s lab has just been replaced by Pfizer.
Now about that ring . . . can we sleep on it?
That’s terrifying. Funny! But…terrifying.
I know this is a belated comment, but have you ever done a follow up on this Annete Edwards character? Turns out she wasn’t so much interested in becoming intimate with rabbits so much as she desired to BECOME a rabbit. Although I suppose that succeeding in the latter would make the former a more viable option. Ref: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/14/jessica-rabbit-great-gran_n_423756.html