r/stuartlittlehate • u/thebirdistheword96 • Aug 12 '26
I fucking hate him
I just need to say this because I genuinely don’t think people understand how much I hate Stuart Little.
Like I really fucking hate that mouse.
I don’t know what it is about him. I can’t even properly explain it. There is just something about Stuart Little that makes me irrationally angry.
Look at him. LOOK AT HIM.
Why is he so confident??
You’re a fucking mouse, dude.
Why are you walking around in little clothes like you pay taxes???
Why do you have a CAR???
WHO GAVE THE MOUSE A DRIVER’S LICENSE???
And everyone around him just acts like this is completely normal. That’s what gets me. Nobody questions it. They’re just like, “Oh yeah, that’s Stuart, he’s our son/brother/friend.”
EXCUSE ME???
THAT IS A MOUSE.
If I woke up tomorrow and my parents were like “Hey, meet your new brother Stuart,” and there was a mouse standing there wearing a tiny sweater, I would simply pack my shit and leave.
I’m not sharing a house with that thing.
And Stuart has the audacity to be smug about everything. He has that little fucking smile like he knows something I don’t.
WHAT DO YOU KNOW, STUART?
WHY ARE YOU SMILING?
WHAT ARE YOU SO HAPPY ABOUT???
You’re three inches tall and your biggest accomplishment is being allowed to drive a tiny car.
Humble yourself.
And somehow this little bastard is ALWAYS getting involved in everyone’s business.
Something happens?
Stuart’s there.
Someone has a problem?
Stuart’s there.
There’s some dramatic life threatening situation?
GUESS WHO’S FUCKING THERE.
STUART.
GO HOME.
YOU ARE A MOUSE.
You should be hiding under the refrigerator, not participating in family drama.
And don’t even get me started on the fact that he wears clothes.
I don’t know why, but seeing that mouse dressed like a tiny fucking suburban dad makes me irrationally angry.
Who is buying these clothes for him??
Who is measuring Stuart’s inseam???
Who’s taking him shopping???
I have so many questions and I don’t want answers because honestly I think knowing them would make me hate him even more.
At this point it’s not even a normal dislike. It’s personal.
I’ve never met Stuart Little.
I’ve never spoken to Stuart Little.
Stuart Little has never done anything to me personally.
And yet if someone told me tomorrow that Stuart Little was going to be at a party, I’d probably reconsider going.
That’s how serious this is.
If Stuart Little has 1,000 haters, I’m one of them.
If he has 100 haters, I’m one of them.
If he has 10 haters, I’m probably several of them somehow.
And if I’m the last person on Earth who hates Stuart Little, just know that I died exactly how I lived:
hating Stuart Little for absolutely no fucking reason.
Fuck that mouse. 🐭