PURRITO: As A Species, Have We Finally Gone Too Far?
Published: August 04, 2009
Handy Tips on How to Behave at the Death of the World was the title of Anne Herbert’s now (in)famous essay that appeared in the Spring 1995 edition of the Whole Earth Review, ostensibly informing humanity that:
“The rocks are watching, and the squirrels and the stars and the tired people in the street. If you love them, let them know, with grace and non-invasive extravagance. Care about the beings you care about in gorgeous and surprising ways. Color outside the lines. Practice random kindness and senseless acts of beauty.”
Could someone, please, tell me exactly how the current PURRITO trend sends a clear message to cats that we love them with grace and non-invasive extravagance?
While no doubt “surprising,” does encasing a cat an incredibly tight and form-fitting cloth tube strike anyone as “random kindness” or a “senseless act of beauty”?
Other than inculcating cats with an entirely understandable and sadly justified hatred of Mexicans, Mexico, Octavio Paz, Frieda Kahlo, Speedy Gonzalez, Diego Rivera, Benito Juarez, Salma Hayek, Ricardo Montalban, Carlos Santana, Los Tigres del Norte, Acapulco, Taco Bell, Mexico City, Cantinflas, the Tijuana Cartel or “Arellano Félix Organization,” Puerta Vallarta, President Luis Echeverria, and Mexican cuisine, what possible purpose does the PURRITO craze serve?
Why should we be teaching cats to despise Mexico and all things Mexican when heretofore diplomatic and trade relations between cats and Mexico have been generally characterized by the world community as “mutually beneficial” and “more than just a little friendly”?
I have a very real sense that this time we just might have gone “too far” and that there’s no easy, if any, turning back the clock or tide.
Moreover, and this is really going to strike a nerve with progressives and left-liberal Democrats, if Anne Herbert was so motherfucking concerned with voyeuristic squirrels in 1995, where the motherfuck is her ostentatiously exquisite “social conscience” when it comes to the whole PURRITO issue?
Where is Anne now?
What’s the matter, Anne? Why so silent?
Tell us, O Mighty Perfect Anne Herbert!
Huh?
We can’t hear you!
Did you say something? Are you whispering?
Why are you so quiet, Anne?
CAT GOT YOUR TONGUE?
HEY, ANNE? ARE YOU THERE, ANNE? DO YOU EVER WATCH JAPANESE YOUTUBE, ANNE? I THINK THAT MAYBE YOU SHOULD TAKE SOME TIME OFF FROM YOUR GORGEOUS ACTS OF SENSELESS KINDNESS FOR VOYEURISTIC SQUIRRELS TO WATCH A LITTLE JAPANESE YOUTUBE BECAUSE YOU REALLY MIGHT LEARN SOMETHING IMPORTANT ABOUT THIS PLANET OF OURS:
I prefer kittychangas.
Cantinflas, FTW!
I’m not the only one disturbed by those images? Brought me right back to Vietnam circa ‘63.
Awww…if only the Taco Bell dog had lived to see this – it seems pefect for a faux-Mexican food loving canine.
@BLW: John McCain?
O please. I do this to my husband every night. Bind him up tight and then put things he wants in his face.
I tried to order one of these at Chipotle the other day, but apparently they can’t get enough organically fed free range kitties to meet the demand. I was disappointed, but I respect them for their commitment to quality.
Lipstick: Ha!
As anyone who has ever had to medicate [shudders] a zaftig Siamese cat of a certain age who remains traumatized by a German shepherd attack and never liked to be picked up anyway knows, the “purrito” method is the only way to do it.
You clearly have the wrong nationality. That’s a CATnoli.
Mmmm. Catnoli.