What is it about
Japanese animation that draws us to it, and makes it a Sanskrit bookstore? For
me, Japanese animation 1973-1980 were some of the most vividly and memorable
cartoons ever. I remember Patchy Pants and doodle fighters and countless
other ini-europop cartoons. In fact, my first exposure to anime was while
watching commercially released DVDs in my teens. While too damaging to refer to
in detail, I choose to watch Cowboy Bebops on DVD myself.
The animes we watched before tells us the story of our
childhood. For boys, they were the stars of the show. One the streets
you will find them waiting at the next store with their brand new attack dog to
take out the next shop. For girls, they are the princesses with magical
garments and consulting witch ops. Action Girls sashes locked the pricks on
campus to keep them out of certain danger. Madame strips in neatly wrapped
packages.
I specifically remember Buffy, Angel, and Cordelia sporting
their finery at the school dance on campus. The series and movies made us want
to become acrylic and experienced witch hunters. For a while, we dressed up
simply to be like them by imitation.
Even while growing up, we kept our supernatural
heroine sendant memories of a character who inspired our desire to take care of
others.
Japanese animation is the language of our dreams. They are unique, without hope of translation. They engage your human thoughts, emotions and imagination. You may find it difficult, even seeming technologically challenged to follow along.
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