I love Avatar. No, not blue Dance with Wolves. I mean the one with the little bald kid and the magic martial arts and the all-around baddassery. Fine, yes, the kids show. But you know what? I’m okay with that. While my friends are discussing the finer points of Breaking Bad or Game of Thrones, I will unabashedly fanboy all over the finer points of Zuko’s story line and debate you about the superior bending forms.
But I’m not alone. Nostalgia is the Millenial battle-cry. Comic books are made cool by the big screen, I have literally spent nights playing Pokemon with my suitmates, and I can walk into any frat and throwdown for Super Smash Brothers (Zero-Suit Samus, whaddup?).
So to help you navigate the various ways to release your inner child, we at BlogDH have scientifically measured and analyzed the various forms of nostalgia.
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.
If you’re short on Magic School Bus clips to feed your nostalgia trips, “Pokémon: Brown University” is here to bring you back to days of VHS tapes and Lunchables. After all, you’re never too old for Pokémon, especially if it comes with a
unhealthy dose of school love.
(Source: Ivygate– Yes, we read Ivygate sometimes.)