Anyway, did you know that in the first appearance of Tweety in 1942, he had no feathers? It sort of made him look more vulnerable as he defended himself from two Abbott and Costello-esque cats that were trying to eat him.
Well, turns out the Hays office had a real problem with that and insisted his nakedness be covered with feathers for future appearances. Here's what you need to know about the Hays office: They oversaw the Motion Picture Production Code that controlled decency in film from 1930 to 1968, and apparently they were fucking insane, because they were disturbed by cartoon bird nudity.
Or maybe they were just being spiteful about the joke about the Hays office here. Pretty super hip one at 1:38 about "giving the bird."
At the end of the day, I think taking offense to a nude bird says a lot about you. It makes me wonder if the folks at the Hays office needed a long cold shower after stuffing a Thanksgiving turkey.
White Meat and Dark Meat Came About Because People Couldn't Deal With Saying "Legs" or "Breast"
And speaking of turkey, look at this transition I got going here! There's some debate online about the validity of this assertion, so I tell you what: If you can prove to me that I'm wrong, I will donate all the money you paid for reading this article to the National Society of Correct Chicken Nomenclature. If it is incorrect, it has a lot of support for it being true.
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Much like the female orgasm, only irritating people don't believe in it.
As anyone who's ever eaten chicken knows, the breast has the light meat and the thighs and legs have the dark meat. Oh, I'm sorry, did you all just get wet or erect from reading that last sentence? I apologize, because apparently there was a time when people did. Accordingly, "leg" became "drumstick," "breast" became "white meat," and "thighs" became "dark meat."
If you're less than impressed with the support I have from those links, then congratulations. Perhaps you're not so used to learning information just because it's hyperlinked to you on a screen, but ask yourself a question: Is it hard to believe? Holy cow, we are people who opted to pronounce a planet so it sounds like "urine" just so we didn't have to say "anus," and we did that in the 20th century. Doesn't take a lot to accept the assertion that Victorians didn't want to make a request to gobble up some breast.
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