“I do strongly love when my friends call me ‘hippo,’ refer to my ‘paws’ and pretend that they see no difference between me and one of my stuffed hippopotamuses, except that I’m a little bigger than most of them,” Morin wrote. “Something about being a hippo makes me feel cute, confident, sexy, and safe. I discovered that another self was available for me: being a hippo means that I don’t have to be a boy or a girl, a child or an adult, normal or strange. It means that my smile becomes a hippo smile, and the way that I carry my body, a hippo walk. It brings me freedom, space, and a thrilling sense of possibility.”
A plastic surgeon has chimed in and is offering to construct Hippo nose and feet for a reduced rate.
Living as a hippo may just be the cure to many of the Antifa chicks who are grossly overweight. As humans they are disgusting, but as Hippos, who can argue or be critical?
And that, of course, set the LGBTQ community’s online enemies into a fit of gleeful transphobic headlines and photoshopped images, what the university’s media representative called “the conservative outrage spin cycle.”