The Walt Disney corporation has a nasty history chock full of overt racism, but the effects of their more modern day subliminal racism may be much more damaging to children all over the world. For example, it is nearly impossible to imagine a crab saying something and not hear it in a Rasta accent. Go ahead and try it. The folks at Disney have forever made all crabs Jamaican, no matter where in the world they live. Today we’ve got 9 tattoos of hermit crabs living inside of things that are not shells, and we dare to you to imagine any of them speaking in an accent other than that of Sebastian from The Little Mermaid.
Children’s films just affect our psyches in the most profound ways. For example, take a look at any one of these hermit crab tattoos that feature the little decapod crustaceans making their home inside of something that is not a shell and just try to imagine it singing a song in any musical style that isn’t reggae. You cannot accomplish this.
Disney is also, in our eyes, directly responsible for the enslavement of the hermit crab the world over. The number of hermit crabs kept as pets has skyrocketed since the 1989 release of The Little Mermaid. Just imagine how unhappy any one of these hermit crabs featured in these tattoos where they are living inside of some sort of structure that is not a shell would be to have been plucked from the wild and given away as a party favor at a shitty Little Mermaid themed birthday party in the early ‘90s, after which they would have no doubt been poorly cared for, if not straight flushed down the toilet.
Now try to imagine them lamenting that sadness in a voice that is not of a Jamaican male. Again, you cannot do this.
So in order to bring to light just how fucked up the Walt Disney Corporation’s continuing physiological effects on all of us are, please look at these 9 tattoos of hermit crabs living inside of things that are not shells.
Don’t these hermit crab tattoos in which the crabs are not living in shells but rather in other things that are not shells just make you want to run to the mall and buy a bunch of hermit crabs from a kiosk and imagine their inner monologues in a Rasta accent until you get bored of them?