Have you ever stopped and thought about some of the cartoons you watched growing up? Looking back on Pepe le Pew I can’t help but think he’s the epitome of a rapist. Sure, he doesn’t whack the girl over the head or drug her drink, but he continually forces himself onto his victim until he finally has his way.
Granted, we never actually see him have sex with his victim, but one would assume someone harassing another person to that extent wouldn’t stop at just kisses. Looking further, Pepe actually falls into an incredible strereotype of all French men. They smell, they’re womanizers, and they talk seductively. I sure as Hell never realized this when I was growing up. I wonder if Marvin the Martian is a symbol for anything?