I saw The Simpsons Movie.

I'm not going to spoil it by revealing the ending like I did with the Harry Potter book (he gay-marries Ron Weasley).

But I can say that an Eskimo played a key-role in the movie, and this shocked me, because it made me confront my Eskimo-prejudice.

I mean, if an Eskimo can help a Simpson, then maybe not all Eskimos are evil whale-beaters.

When I was just a kid in primary school, I remember watching a documentary about Eskimos.

When an Eskimo woman gets to the age where all her sewing-machine teeth wear down or fall out, she leaves the igloo and walks outside and into a white death.

The Simpsons movie made me realise that it doesn't have to be like this.

That even old Eskimo women can have their uses.

That's, like, a moral, or something.

Toothless old Eskimo women.

Mmmmmm…