I wanted it to be Charlotte’s Web, and it was not. I also did not appreciate Lord of the Flies with its pig-hunting and Piggy-haunting. For all of these reasons, I boycotted the movie Babe. Our cultural imagination is whipsawed by conflict and confusion about the essence and symbolism of pork – vulnerable, sunburnable pink proxies for humanity? Or a great breakfast side dish? – and frankly I just can’t be moved even though the goddamn wolf keeps blowing my house down.
Don’t even get me started on wolves. I may have to run with them.