I don’t care if she is, literally, porky. I don’t even care that her brassy attitude just barely hides a vulnerable and fragile ego.
Miss Piggy is my idol.
She is fat. She is beautiful. She dresses impeccably, always. She is fated for superstardom and she knows it. She offers kissy-kissies to people she likes and karate chops to those she doesn’t. She has good taste in male partners and stands by her frog. Like Francesca, she refers to herself in the third person. And she doesn’t stop to think about whether she can actually sing or dance or swim, she doesn’t stop to wonder whether she looks fat, she just puts on her satin dress and pink gloves and boa and gets out there and goes for it.
Viva la Pig!