She was a baby.. just a baby..
sex
Via Imgur
And on today's episode of "Everything Offends Me," a woman is really upset at the message on her kid's Chipotle cup.
Did the cup encourage the child to club baby seals? Set fire to a school? Join ISIS?
Nope. It just had two words that made the mom feel uncomfortable: reproductive sex.
OK, maybe out of context these words seem odd on a Chipotle cup. But not if you know anything about the artist that designed the cup.
The artist, Anthony Doerr, describes the cup like this:
Tattoo Earth's 4.5-billion-year timeline onto your arm, shoulder to fingertip, and your upper arm will get nothing but geologic mayhem: meteorites, magma, acid rain. Life won't begin until your bicep, and from there to your wrist it's all single-celled, oceangoing stuff. Reproductive sex won't show up until your wristwatch, and creatures that are finally big enough to see—tubes and fronds and weird Precambrian plant-animals—will crisscross the back of your hand.Trilobites paddle across your palm; ancient forests grow from your knuckles; dinosaurs wind around the joints at the ends of your fingers. Mammals burrow into your cuticles.
Orangutans, arrowheads, Cleopatra, the names of the stars—they all have to fit on the sliver of fingernail at the end of your longest finger.
So the artwork is an arm showing how the world came to be through evolution. And reproductive sex would only show up around the wrist.
Outrage averted.
Mel Watts who has a pretty kickass personal blog already, which involves a whole lot of her shedding brutally honest light on the ups and downs of pregnant life/motherhood with a whiplike wit and hilarious self-awareness, might've just had her big break with this post. Yep, she went ahead and shot over a couple answers to the kinds of questions a lot of us might wonder at some point in our lives, but would never damn well ask.
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