For my grandparents’ generation, moral courage meant storming Omaha Beach. For my parents, it was marching for civil rights. For mine, it’s defending a movie featuring an orgy between a taco, a pita, a bagel, a hot dog and a bun.

“Sausage Party” is a new comedy produced by Seth Rogen, the Canadian made famous by flicks like “Knocked Up.” It’s squarely in the tradition of other R-rated animated masterpieces: “Team America: World Police” and “South Park: Bigger, Longer & Uncut.”

Which is why so many people ran to see it. “Sausage Party” pulled in $34.3 million its first weekend. The audience in my theater was in hysterics over the neurotic bagel and the misogynistic lavash warring over shelf space, the horny hot dog desperate to leap out of his plastic packaging to get inside a soft bun, the flamboyant fruit shaking their jazz hands, and . . . you get the picture.

Some critics interpreted this tale of anthropomorphic groceries awakening to the truth—humans are not gods—as a parable about religion or enlightenment. Meh. I think it’s just fun.

Silly me. This naive cisgendered white woman forgot we now live in a culture where fun is highly problematic.