An excerpt from a letter to the Eros Headquarters, written by a cupid researching Earth culture.
Dear Sisters of the Congregation:
In this occasion i write you this urgent letter to report about a terrifying find i have made during my research.
My inquiry about earth's cultural phenomenons has led me through many different topics, and this time it was something the earthlings call "Caucasian Woman Music". And to my surprise, there was a song dedicated to us. I wondered what praises and lovely words we would receive from the songstresses, but i was left speechless upon listening.
SHE GAVE A SECOND CHANCE TO CUPID? I HAVEN'T MET THIS BITCH IN MY ENTIRE LIFE. Nor have any of my colleagues. Maybe you ARE stupid.
I apologize for the language used, but the insults don't stop there. Even implying love doesn't exist gets my blood boiling, but even implying i could even miss my marks by a milometer is just an ad hominem i will not stand by. I did not finish my aim training with outstanding remarks for some random human to mock me like this. Is loving so good as they say? Just wait until i put an arrow through you.
This is enemy PROPAGANDA, i tell you sisters. This song spread like wildfire, and the humans in this world listen to it uncritically. DIFAMATION, i call. Such infohazards are a danger to the Eros church, and need to be dealt with swiftly, less the humans reject our love. I will be sending a covert operations team to anyone involved in the production of it. Fifty arrows will rain, and then fifty more.
Regards
Lucretia the Irate