Cartoons and When Cute Can Kill
2006.04.04
 
 

I wonder if lolita play april fool pranks? I, for one, do not. For some reason I've never seen the need to embarass, confuse, or harm people..... .. ..on a specific day. But honestly, I never aim at anything more than confusion, because there are lessons to be learned in confusion I think.

Today I was thinking about how cruel the world can be sometimes, and how cold, and I thought about what I do when I'm hurt. Basically, I watch cartoons and anime. Not the kind of works that are popular in the United States or Japan, but the real classics that all people from both cultures grew up with and remember throughout their lives.

In the United States, this means shows like My Little Ponies and Care Bears, JEM, Transformers, Rainbow Brite, The Last Unicorn, Snow White and the Seven Giants, Caty the Catterpillar, Felix, Might Mouse...never Tom and Jerry or Looney Toons or the like though, for as stated above, I couldn't see the meaning in hurting others. I always wished Tom would catch Jerry so the show could end.
And until I was stuck thinking of this, I didn't realize how much I was upset by Hot Topic's commodification of these shows, and by the fact that it has now become considered gothic to have a My Little Pony staring demurely at you from someone else's chest. Perhaps I'm a little elitist, but I feel that if someone is going to broadcast themself as a fan of something, someone ought to really be a fan of something. Now I don't mean they should go all out and buy 200+ ponies and watch all the programs and movie in a 2 day stretch every year and talk about marrying their favorite pony....use ponies as basketballs...talk to their ponies...walk with their ponies...I jest. Mostly. But if you truly love something, you should cherish that something I feel, not just use a commercialized picture of it to show other people you like it. You should live the pony and make the most of it I feel~

Now in Japan, the anime I watch are similarly based: Kinnikuman, Anpanman, Doraemon.


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