There's something about Miffy.

Now that I'm one of those parent things, I've been exposed to a lot of Miffy. Now, I can't deny the theme tune's assertion; she is indeed "a cute little bunny" (and probably a delicious little bunny, in a stew with some carrots and potatoes, yum yum), but there's something just a little bit unsettling about her. It's not the fact that such a cute character shouldn't have to deal with the trauma of lost dogs and dead grandmothers, there's something more that I just can't put my finger on.

Until now. I've worked it out.



The simplistic animation. The nice, big, easy to read font. It's obvious what it reminds me of.



It's bloody Protect and Survive. The spine-chilling public information films that would have been broadcast if the Russians had got it together long enough to drop a nuclear bomb on us back in the '80s. So now we know what to look forward to now that the Cold War is threatening to kick off again - "Miffy Gets Bombed."