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Feb. 19th, 2006 01:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shamanicshayminSay you watched "Smurfs" as a 6-year-old or something. Now, which would be more damaging and freaky, taking whatever innocence you had and shredding it apart and spitting on its remains: Smurfs yaoicest pr0n and/or disgusting fetish blots by perverted old men/8-year-old boys for kicks, or the company having created Smurfs deciding to "modernize", "mature", or "make hip" to boost ratings by "updating" their show? (Mmm, imagine how Smurfette would look)
In other words, I'm not worried about others or even myself raping my childhood. I'm worried about my childhood raping itself.
We've been getting it in videogamedom, definitely yes. I'm sure we've heard about Bomberman 360 already. Hell, I don't even know that much about Bomberman, and even I know the little chibi guy in white-and-pink and the Blue*Samus from the NES cover look NOTHING like this Alien vs. Predator/Halo look-a-like. oO;;;
'Cause you know what? I'm starting to long for the days when people complained about too much pop on the radio. While you had all the pink-bubblegum stickiness and the katrillion vomit-inducing boy bands whose music/lyrics/looks make you nauseated at the thought of them (I doubt anyone remembers 98 Degrees anymore. ;D), but damn... it was fun hating Backstreet Boys. Nowadays, I can't even put up with all the disgusting, sour rap crap at my school anymore. Or listening to random highschoolers spout streams ofobscenities words that garble together and mean nothing to me, and don't even bother trying to decipher--always the same shallow line about "ghetto" talk and "spendin' time wit mah homies" or "spend your money on me, on me, spend your money on me!" or some "romantic" gibberish like that. ("Shake her like a salt-shaker!") I hate people who think they're cool for reveling in their stereotype, and they tend to recite/blare rap music for that. These people act lower than dirt, and more like utter sludge.
A lot of people are also complaining about a lot of "badass"ery angst and emoness in this generation. I'm inclined to agree, if with all the drama caused and whatnot. I can't stand people and teenagers who do nothing about their problems, constantly moaning in self-pity and dragging down others with their pain. (I know, a lot of people are looking at me and pointing fingers now--but hey. I do something about it, and only feel upset/helpless when I've used up my options) I also hate people who pose themselves as being "awesome" because they angst or are supposedly "badass". Well, let me break something to you, the kid in black with the Good Charlotte and Cradle of Filth CDs, the Anne Rice novels, and you being cynical/rebellious about the world/your parents/the teddy bear you secretly lock in your closet:
Everybody, at one point in their life, angsts. No matter how much you pout and emo some more, that doesn't make you unique, special and "tormented". Being "badass" doesn't mean being an absolute jerk without manners or morals, kicking puppies and overall just being a disagreeable snot that needs to lighten up and grow up. It definitely doesn't make you "badass" to speak ghetto, listen to rap and curse every two words and talking about how many hos you have, how much weed you smoke, what kinda cars you steal--speaking constantly in double negatives ("Well they don't want none!") doesn't make you sound like you have authority or intelligence, and makes me want to strangle you until you speak the damn English language correctly. Same with being rebellious and all "OMG I DO WHAT I WANT MUTHA FUCKA DON'T J00 ORDER ME AROUND NUTHIN', BITCH": telling your parents to SFTU and stomp down the cliff when they tell you not to go there 'cause you'll fall and break your neck makes you an idiot--not "cool" at all. (And hey, you deserved that trip to the hospital anyway) Being "dark" and GAWTH and emo-whining and wearing black doesn't earn you the reputation you want: being yourself does. Wow, absolutely shocking I know, but it's possible to be "deep" while staying light-hearted and not hacking his/her wrists off. *GASP*
Toys... don't get me started on the toys. Remember Littlest Pet Shop and how absolutely ADORABLE these little animals were? Heck, they could make warthogs cute, for all I know. (And gosh, I loved these little turtles, kitties, bunnies, puppies, monkies... they had everything) Now, it appears they've been "Animéfied", and are now some of the ugliest unoriginal things I've seen around--they're not the little creatures I've recognized from playing at my cousins' house: more like, they've just been stuffed into cages in laboratories with heartbreaking whimpers and cries as they're transformed at the Frankenstein table into these... these mutants. Oh yeah, and they'll be all you see now--say goodbye to the old stuff, unless they're obscure finds on Ebay. Oh yeah, and Pound Purries and Pound Puppies. Last time I saw these equally adorable kittens and hounds with adoption certificates, they've been remade uglier and more pitiful with a less original name to boot. ("Rescue Pets" or something. *shudder*)
I've been hardest hit with Polly Pocket. I absolutely adored her while growing up: she was simple, she was cute, and was casual and didn't care much about fashion: what mattered was her tiny little world and all the things you could do, be they little trinkets and accessories like keys that opened up her portable-home, and tapping her and her friends about, and making them bend over or sit in colorful scenery. (And all the interesting built-in furniture like pressing the table so it would flip over between napkins, dinner, and cake) My favorite name ever, at least for a time growing up, was "Polly": it may be partly because of the influence of that girl and her simple, pretty little world.
Then, Polly Pocket became Barbie. I still want to know what the heck is wrong with the effing logo. It's so gosh-darned cute and gets straight to the point what Polly Pocket's about. Not to mention it looks even better engraved in gold on the cases--holds something special in my heart about that. And lookie here with what we've replaced: it's SO much better to have a generic flowery pink*logo every other toys for girls do! Seriously, which dolls and sets would you rather play with? That or that? All Barbie*Polly does is go shopping and try on clothes: Classic*Polly goes everywhere, from vacationing in France and Italy, ordinary places like the barber shop or just home, even in elabroate beautiful places like ballrooms, a bubble bath, rose kingdoms, even just spending time with horses and doggies. And dude, Polly earns my respect for not neglecting bowling, and all the while, make it even MORE awesome. Classic*Polly Pocket taught me to enjoy the simple wonders of life, to find something extraordinary in things people tend to overlook. Barbie Pocket completely spat back at her own purpose, and quit being what she used to be: now she's just a Barbie poser, striving to keep up by being "extravagent" and "fashionable". *gag* Polly Pocket, who chained you up and abandoned you to starve in rat-&-flea-bubonic-plague infested prison to wither in misery and die? This is not like you at all! Not to mention it's MUCH harder for me to google you than your wicked Barbie clone that took your place.
Not to mention even Barbie, unchanged after ALL these years, is now undergoing literal plastic surgery to catch up with *shudder* Bratz. Did I mention they also have their own TV show?
"...And after ALL this, you still defend Shadow."
Of course. Feels bizarre I'd say that, I know. But I still hold on that that A. He's higher and a billion, trillion, gazillion times better off and actually had depth and intelligence compared to the other disgusting tripe around him. B. ShtH was a spinoff and one of those "once in a lifetime" games--those games where they try something different in the series as a "novelty" game, so chances are 0.0000000001% we're ever getting something like this in "Sonic" again. C. I'd much rather see kids play Shadow than Bomberman 360. I mean, really. Big difference between Shadow (and Shadow alone, mind you) using guns to something cutesey and light like Bomberman go Halo on the remaining shreds of your dignity.
Other than that... today, I was absolutely bored to misery. Annnnnnnnnnnd ironically enough, this journal entry kept me up late. Dammit.
Better luck for me on writing and Sonic 2 tomorrow, I hope. Warmer weather too, it's been cold lately for Texas.
In other words, I'm not worried about others or even myself raping my childhood. I'm worried about my childhood raping itself.
We've been getting it in videogamedom, definitely yes. I'm sure we've heard about Bomberman 360 already. Hell, I don't even know that much about Bomberman, and even I know the little chibi guy in white-and-pink and the Blue*Samus from the NES cover look NOTHING like this Alien vs. Predator/Halo look-a-like. oO;;;
'Cause you know what? I'm starting to long for the days when people complained about too much pop on the radio. While you had all the pink-bubblegum stickiness and the katrillion vomit-inducing boy bands whose music/lyrics/looks make you nauseated at the thought of them (I doubt anyone remembers 98 Degrees anymore. ;D), but damn... it was fun hating Backstreet Boys. Nowadays, I can't even put up with all the disgusting, sour rap crap at my school anymore. Or listening to random highschoolers spout streams of
A lot of people are also complaining about a lot of "badass"ery angst and emoness in this generation. I'm inclined to agree, if with all the drama caused and whatnot. I can't stand people and teenagers who do nothing about their problems, constantly moaning in self-pity and dragging down others with their pain. (I know, a lot of people are looking at me and pointing fingers now--but hey. I do something about it, and only feel upset/helpless when I've used up my options) I also hate people who pose themselves as being "awesome" because they angst or are supposedly "badass". Well, let me break something to you, the kid in black with the Good Charlotte and Cradle of Filth CDs, the Anne Rice novels, and you being cynical/rebellious about the world/your parents/the teddy bear you secretly lock in your closet:
Everybody, at one point in their life, angsts. No matter how much you pout and emo some more, that doesn't make you unique, special and "tormented". Being "badass" doesn't mean being an absolute jerk without manners or morals, kicking puppies and overall just being a disagreeable snot that needs to lighten up and grow up. It definitely doesn't make you "badass" to speak ghetto, listen to rap and curse every two words and talking about how many hos you have, how much weed you smoke, what kinda cars you steal--speaking constantly in double negatives ("Well they don't want none!") doesn't make you sound like you have authority or intelligence, and makes me want to strangle you until you speak the damn English language correctly. Same with being rebellious and all "OMG I DO WHAT I WANT MUTHA FUCKA DON'T J00 ORDER ME AROUND NUTHIN', BITCH": telling your parents to SFTU and stomp down the cliff when they tell you not to go there 'cause you'll fall and break your neck makes you an idiot--not "cool" at all. (And hey, you deserved that trip to the hospital anyway) Being "dark" and GAWTH and emo-whining and wearing black doesn't earn you the reputation you want: being yourself does. Wow, absolutely shocking I know, but it's possible to be "deep" while staying light-hearted and not hacking his/her wrists off. *GASP*
Toys... don't get me started on the toys. Remember Littlest Pet Shop and how absolutely ADORABLE these little animals were? Heck, they could make warthogs cute, for all I know. (And gosh, I loved these little turtles, kitties, bunnies, puppies, monkies... they had everything) Now, it appears they've been "Animéfied", and are now some of the ugliest unoriginal things I've seen around--they're not the little creatures I've recognized from playing at my cousins' house: more like, they've just been stuffed into cages in laboratories with heartbreaking whimpers and cries as they're transformed at the Frankenstein table into these... these mutants. Oh yeah, and they'll be all you see now--say goodbye to the old stuff, unless they're obscure finds on Ebay. Oh yeah, and Pound Purries and Pound Puppies. Last time I saw these equally adorable kittens and hounds with adoption certificates, they've been remade uglier and more pitiful with a less original name to boot. ("Rescue Pets" or something. *shudder*)
I've been hardest hit with Polly Pocket. I absolutely adored her while growing up: she was simple, she was cute, and was casual and didn't care much about fashion: what mattered was her tiny little world and all the things you could do, be they little trinkets and accessories like keys that opened up her portable-home, and tapping her and her friends about, and making them bend over or sit in colorful scenery. (And all the interesting built-in furniture like pressing the table so it would flip over between napkins, dinner, and cake) My favorite name ever, at least for a time growing up, was "Polly": it may be partly because of the influence of that girl and her simple, pretty little world.
Then, Polly Pocket became Barbie. I still want to know what the heck is wrong with the effing logo. It's so gosh-darned cute and gets straight to the point what Polly Pocket's about. Not to mention it looks even better engraved in gold on the cases--holds something special in my heart about that. And lookie here with what we've replaced: it's SO much better to have a generic flowery pink*logo every other toys for girls do! Seriously, which dolls and sets would you rather play with? That or that? All Barbie*Polly does is go shopping and try on clothes: Classic*Polly goes everywhere, from vacationing in France and Italy, ordinary places like the barber shop or just home, even in elabroate beautiful places like ballrooms, a bubble bath, rose kingdoms, even just spending time with horses and doggies. And dude, Polly earns my respect for not neglecting bowling, and all the while, make it even MORE awesome. Classic*Polly Pocket taught me to enjoy the simple wonders of life, to find something extraordinary in things people tend to overlook. Barbie Pocket completely spat back at her own purpose, and quit being what she used to be: now she's just a Barbie poser, striving to keep up by being "extravagent" and "fashionable". *gag* Polly Pocket, who chained you up and abandoned you to starve in rat-&-flea-bubonic-plague infested prison to wither in misery and die? This is not like you at all! Not to mention it's MUCH harder for me to google you than your wicked Barbie clone that took your place.
Not to mention even Barbie, unchanged after ALL these years, is now undergoing literal plastic surgery to catch up with *shudder* Bratz. Did I mention they also have their own TV show?
"...And after ALL this, you still defend Shadow."
Of course. Feels bizarre I'd say that, I know. But I still hold on that that A. He's higher and a billion, trillion, gazillion times better off and actually had depth and intelligence compared to the other disgusting tripe around him. B. ShtH was a spinoff and one of those "once in a lifetime" games--those games where they try something different in the series as a "novelty" game, so chances are 0.0000000001% we're ever getting something like this in "Sonic" again. C. I'd much rather see kids play Shadow than Bomberman 360. I mean, really. Big difference between Shadow (and Shadow alone, mind you) using guns to something cutesey and light like Bomberman go Halo on the remaining shreds of your dignity.
Other than that... today, I was absolutely bored to misery. Annnnnnnnnnnd ironically enough, this journal entry kept me up late. Dammit.
Better luck for me on writing and Sonic 2 tomorrow, I hope. Warmer weather too, it's been cold lately for Texas.
