How Not Kawaii.

I grew up watching Sailor Moon and I used to fantasize about being Sailor Sun (I actually did not know that she existed up until this point. Huh.). All the other girls were just fawning over Tuxedo Mask (pictured above), whereas I just couldn't get over his lameness. I always hated him. He was so gonadless to me. Firstly, who names themselves Tuxedo Mask? Are you high? Or was it one of those moments when YOU WERE HIGH? Secondly, which respectable 21-year-old man wears a tuxedo complete with a red cape and top had and white mask to save a 14-year-old girl in pigtails and a bathing suit? I love how he doesn't even save her. He comes in and throws a rose like it's a damn grenade, tells her something about how she is the only hope (way to add pressure, moron), stands there sparkling like some 20th century Japanese anime version of Edward, then vanishes like a complete coward who doesn't want to get his hands dirty. And finally, HOW DUMB IS HE? If he had an IQ remotely higher than, oh, I don't know, -84, he would know that Sailor Moon is Serena. See? Sailor Moon - Serena. Hello! Get a prescription mask, love, 'cause you're 99% blind. I left out the 1% 'cause he does know how to tie a bow tie. But other that, Naoko Takeuchi, I sentence you to 14 years of art class and Amazonian Syndrome treatment, because you quite obviously hate men.

I was clearly an Amazonian child..

Isn't that Kureiji?