I've tried about seventy different prescriptions of rose-colored glasses to look at this one. No matter how strong they are (and in this latest pair, Stalin looks like the pancake bunny), this name still grosses me out.
I mean, is the goal to look like you just dipped your fingers in squishy globules of ground up cow flesh?
Or...is it a tantalizing promise of your social life to come?
Either way, let me reiterate: eww.