Pokemon Educated.

Morning, Peeps…

So, Joey told you guys about my Pokémon education.  Now, when we met, I used to rag on Joey about Pokemon being a cult, we Americans thought was just a cute anime.  Pikachu was the leader speaking an ancient dialect of Armageddon proportions.  OK, maybe it wasn’t that bad, but it sounded good.

Well, we finished the first season of Pokemon Indigo League on Netflix the other night.

Hmmm, where to start.  I’ve learned anime’s a strange fellow.  You either have your adult anime, not hentai, or your really kiddie.  Pokemon rides that fine line between.  Pikachu is by far the most mature of the main characters, I’ve decided.  Ash’s is no Pokemon trainer, never will be.  If anything, Pikachu needs to stuff Ash’s ass in one of those little balls, and call him out whenever he has a wild hair to fight.  Otherwise, everything’s over the top…absolute craziness.  And, what’s with Brock’s squinty eyes and being horny EVERY girl on the show?  Oh, and Misty beating Psyduck ALL THE TIME, shouldn’t some JSPCP (Japanese Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Pokemon) be all over her ass?  Then, Jessie and James, wow, just wow.  May we all have enemies like those dunces…if we have to have enemies.

Another thing I kept asking Joey about was with all the fights that are actually pretty damn violent, how does absolutely NO ONE NOT DIE?  Don’t get me wrong, I’m not jonesing to see some pokemon die for human glory, but seriously!

Anyhoo, just my two cents.

-J-

PS.  Afterward, I started Pokemon: XY, but Joey HATED it even before the opening credits finished, because she said the traditional anime drawing was NOT there.