I’m all for artistic license, but whoever the sculptor is needs 15 minutes with a red pill man. I wouldn’t even touch him/her. I’d just speak logic.

On the other hand, maybe it’s a commentary on the fact that too many men have allowed their women to take the lead.

The mind boggles.

I’m bigger, faster, stronger, and because I’ve expanded my mind smarter. If you want on this ride the only position available is second seat, and I’m the one who makes the cuts.

I’m a gentle giant, but when necessary there’s no mistaking that you’ve stepped in the path of a freight train.

Without knowing the artist’s intent I’ll just have to leave it at… Meh, why doesn’t s/he dump that fat turd who thinks she’s got the b~~~~.