A Wookiee as a pet?

“They call me MISTER Chewbacca!”

Oh dear god, this is worse than Chewie not getting a medal at the end of A New Hope. I just saw an ad on TV for the new Star Wars DVDs that’ll be out next Tuesday -- these are the individual discs of each of the first three movies, which are actually each two discs containing the original theatrical releases and the CGI-abomination versions; and also the first three movies are actually the last three movies; there are whole new realms of thereoretical mathematics to be found in the Lucasian system of counting.

Anyway, this ad starts out all charming and sweet and family and hugs, Dad talking about how he grew up with these movies and how he loves sharing them with his kids, the tykes saying famous lines from the films, Mom enthusing about how she loves the music, and so on. And then, the adorable blond Nazi Hitler Youth moppet of a daughter says:

I’d love to have a Wookiee as a pet!

A Wookiee as a pet. These are intelligent, sensitive, noble, moral, sentient beings we’re talking about, but hey, if Little Miss Aryan wants one for a pet, who are we to stop her?

It astonishes me that in this day and age, humor and cuteness continues to be mined from casual specieism. I intend to notify the Wookiee Anti-Defamation League and the Intergalactic Association for the Advancement of Wookiees.

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