I was into Pokemon as a kid. Not plays-the-card-game obsessed, but knows-that-you-need-a-flute-to-wake-up-Snorlax obsessed. So when I heard about/played PETA’s new “Black and Blue” Pokemon game, 8-year-old Lily cried big, fat Togepi tears. I understand animal cruelty is a serious problem. I’ve seen the Sarah McLachlan commercials, and felt bad for hours afterward. But PETA clearly doesn’t remember Ash Ketchum and Pikachu’s BEAUTIFUL friendship. Look at this hug:
And don’t tell me that Meowth wasn’t an important and legitimate member of Team Rocket because then I’ll have to hit you upside the head. Perhaps, especially at navel-gazing liberal arts colleges, it is our job to examine the implications contained within the fantasy worlds we idealized as children. Or we can we just continue to love the ridiculousness of Pokemon and hate on PETA. That seems easier.