(April the giraffe better have her baby soon because I’m sick of hearing about it. The live stream shows up on my Facebook feed every couple of posts and I’m about to lose my mind. It’s even on the news! Drop that baby already, April! We’re all tired of staring at your backside.)
Ok, world, listen up, if I want a row of little tiny plastic pony shaped toys in colors not found in nature on my shelf then I will have a row of little tiny plastic pony shaped toys in colors not found in nature on my shelf and you standing there with a mean grin on yourself face asking me ‘My Little Pony is for kids, why do you have those’ like my fondness for lighthearted, fantasy based entertainment somehow makes me touched in the head or less of an adult just makes you look like a jackass.
Yes, I like kids stuff and I’ll thank you not to be a jerk about it.
Princess Luna is my favorite and is the best and most awesome.
Fight me if you don’t think so.
I also have some Harry Potter Funko Pops! and minis, some Disney Dorbz, some assorted mini figures,and a good sized collection of Marvel Avengers action figures, bobble heads, and Lego sets. And the aforementioned My Little Pony toys. Other odds and ends of the literary sort. I recently bought a set of The Man from Uncle 1960’s novels. I plan to collect all 23 of them. And a Totoro plush from my Hayao Miyazaki / Studio Ghibli phase. There is also a tub of anime DVD’s under my bed. Some Sailor Moon stuff.
And the point is, these things make me happy. I’m drawn to entertainment that is light, colorful, fantasy based, and escapist. I need them. Without them, life is dreary and monotonous. Dreadfully boring. Pressing, and not in a good way. I need that outlet. And what right does anyone have to decide my outlet is weird or not appropriate for my age? I find your scrapbooking (or whatever) boring but I’m not picking up your glue dots or paper strips and asking you why you waste so much money on this crap. Because it’s rude and mean.
Without that outlet, I could not see myself coping. (It would be interesting, and probably helpful and enlightening, to see how many people that are fans of such child aimed entertainment as MLP, fandom, and cosplay actually have some form of mental illness (fuck! I HATE those words) and are using those child aimed entertainment and geeky pursuits as a coping mechanism.) [I HATE the words ‘mental illness’. The social connotations around them make me feel like there is something wrong with me. There is nothing wrong with me. I am not broken. There is no need to look at me with pity when I get excited about a new Funko Pop! figure, My Little Pony movie, or Ever After High special. Fuck you very much.]
It also pisses me off that there seems to be a level of interest that is acceptable and a level of interest that is not acceptable. Like a measuring stick for your crazy. “I like Star Wars. I have all the movies.” – acceptable. “I like Star Wars. I went to a Con dressed as Rey.” – unacceptable. Personally, if you don’t love something enough to let it consume you, then you are weak. Weak!
Everyone has their coping mechanisms. Just because mine doesn’t involve stinking cigarettes, booze, or whatever sex filled murder TV show is currently occupying the evening time slots does not mean I’m immature or mentally deficient. Apparently, your coping mechanisms are only acceptable if you are killing yourself faster every time you use them. If a show or movie meets a certain standard; interesting plot, engaging characters, detailed world building, then the kid or adult status we label things with is just stupid. And there are bad kids TV shows, don’t get me wrong. Teen Titans was awesome. Teen Titans Go! makes me want to stab someone.
And don’t even start with me about girl verses boy TV shows. I will cut you.
And everyone loves Harry Potter. I don’t care who you are or how old you are. You love Harry Potter. You’ve seen the movies, you’ve read the books, and you are a fan of a child aimed story about magic and wizardery. You’ve taken the online “What House Am I?” quiz. I know you have. (I’m a Ravenclaw, by the way.) So don’t pretend you are the most adulty adult to ever adult in the world of adults because your pants are on fire. You love Harry Potter. If I want to put on a robe I made and take a wand to a midnight showing of Harry Potter whatever part, then that is my level of love for Harry Potter and you can keep your scorn and obnoxious false superiority to yourself.
So, next time you feel the need to make a comment on my Tardis keychain or pick up and fondle my Pikachu plush like it’s something exotic and new, know that you are a jerk and can shove it where the sun don’t shine. Your stuck up ‘adult’ judgment just makes you an ass. I love my toys and figures and dolls and DVD’s and Netflix queue filled with cartoons and fantasy shows and I have better things to do than pander to your stagnate idea of how an adult should act. I have an evil wizard to defeat with my lightsaber. So nah.
Musing Mondays asks you to muse about one of the following each week… Hosted by Should Be Reading.
• Describe one of your reading habits.
• Tell us what book(s) you recently bought for yourself or someone else, and why you chose that/those book(s).
• What book are you currently desperate to get your hands on? Tell us about it!
• Tell us what you’re reading right now — what you think of it, so far; why you chose it; what you are (or, aren’t) enjoying it.
• Do you have a bookish rant? Something about books or reading (or the industry) that gets your ire up? Share it with us!
• Instead of the above questions, maybe you just want to ramble on about something else pertaining to books — let’s hear it, then!
Today we are going to take the time to talk about a subject that is near and dear to my cold black little heart. And that subject is young adult romance and how I utterly loathe it. If you’ve ever read any of my reviews or posts before, you know that 9 times out of 10 I find the romance in young adult books completely clichéd and asinine.
Now for your clarification; the definition of asinine as brought to you by Wiktionary.
Asinine (Adjective): Failing to exercise intelligence or judgment; ridiculously below average rationality.
In layman terms; stupid, silly, idiotic, foolish, and just plain old dumb. In recent memory I can’t think of a young adult book that did not follow the same pattern in the romance. The mysterious bad boy with a secret heart of gold and the girl who can’t even look at him without having hot flashes and loses all power to think clearly. Of course, she hates him until he does something to redeem himself. The Nightmare Affair by Mindee Arnett would have rated higher if Dusty and Eli weren’t so annoying. Alice in Zombieland by Gena Showalter completely bombed for me because of Alice and Cole’s inability to function around each other like normal people.
On the other hand, Orleans by Sherri L. Smith was made better by having no romance at all. (This is mostly because of the characters’ ages but if Smith had just made Fen a little older and Daniel a little younger then the romance could have been there and, I think, been a detriment to the book.) Game by Barry Lyga gets the romance right by having two characters that, while they are in a relationship, are fully functional people while the romance is going on. Jazz and Connie is a perfect example of how to not annoy your readers with a couple.
This is actually part of why I like middle grade books so much. Any romance in there is incidental and pretty much stops at crush level. Thus allowing the characters to continue on with the story without reacting like dogs in heat. Look, I know teens are just big cesspools of hormones but nobody wants to read about two people sucking face and playing relationship roulette with anybody of the opposite sex. Honestly, it’s just in the way of the plot.
Now, if only there could be a young adult book where the couple are rational and fully functional while they get together and the relationship evolves naturally and gradually. Because, right now, all I’m getting is two people acting like they are on heavy drugs and getting together like a car accident, complete with smashing glass and screeching sounds.