Poor rabbits - one moment the velveteen of a child's story, the next a coney to catch, a Peter, or a Playmate. There is no way of getting around this ambiguity with even a humble bunny, and no legislation can clarify how we see such a simple animal, let alone how we Bigger Brained see ourselves. If citizens want to promote or protect their own innocence, in this nation, under our Constitution, that is their responsibility and their privilege Not unusually, I defer to Digby on the political ramifications, and you can follow his links to Matt, to Amy, etc.
Off the top of my head, however, I can say this: public/political/theocratic cultural policies always fail. Islam interdicts representations of people, but we have Persian miniatures, and Mughal painting (maybe they got by just for being small....). Byzantine luxury. Books of Hours. Blood-and-guts Jacobeans. Miltonic masques (when the theatres were closed). Italian censors were constantly on Verdi's back for politically sensitive material (a royal assassination in A Masked Ball), but let infanticide, kidnapping (just before the girl takes her holy vows!), and a rather manipulative fratricide go by in Trovatore (a fave of mine, btw).
Steve Gilliard (with a couple of generations of observation supporting him) emphasizes the supremacy of peer pressure on kids, trumping the most intense pop cult assaults - and peer pressure is acceptance, imitation, or relegation to some other level, which will have its own passwords for belonging. You have to have lost both your mind and your memory to think that kids haven't developed any critical sensibility by, say, age 10 - it may not be very sophisticated, but it's there. And it wants to be better, wants to be able to make distinctions, knows it's being steamrolled by marketers on the one hand and by anxious parents and teachers on the other. It would drive me to GTA/SA, if I was there today, just for a bit of release.
Bite me, boys and girls. Culture is for grown-ups, but not when they are dumber - and more dishonest - than their kids. Need a rap on the knuckles with a ruler, they do.
For a more trenchant response to Amy Sullivan (& Co.), I refer you to Scott at LG&M.