I affirm, in all seriousness: watching cartoons has made me a better person. Does this seem so unlikely?

(Though I did wonder if - rather than the narrative content - it was due to some sort of premature activation, by sheer volume of cuteness, of the whole have-children-lower-testosterone-become-domesticated thing I read about on Gwern's site somewhere.)

Also, its art does not lean on its intended virtuousness.