When I was a kid, Miss Piggy was my favourite Muppet. How my parents didn’t know I was gay, I’m not entirely sure. But I digress.
I would go around pulling “Hi-ya!”s because I thought it was funny, and I even had a Miss Piggy coffee mug that I used for hot chocolate.
So imagine my surprise when I learned that the grande dame of all things porcine and I share the same journalistic ideas.
Case in point: