After my unusually vicious article last week, you may be wondering why I watch Boku no Hero Academia at all. But while Mineta is just… really awful, in every sense of the word, he is an outlier. Most characters are entertaining, and some are even commendable.
So to balance the books a little, let me praise the characterisation of BnHA’s actual hero, Deku. And also Steven from Steven Universe. Him too.
Here’s a sentence I have difficulty saying aloud: I am a big fan of Ninja Sex Party. It’s the one name harder to praise publicly than Kung Fu Panda.
But my history with Danny Sexbang and Ninja Brian – aka Dan Avidan and Doctor Brian Wecht, PhD, No Really He’s An Expert On String Theory – was not always rosy. With the band’s latest album, ‘Cool Patrol’, out in one week (August 17th), now is the perfect time for some reflection. Sit with me awhile and I will explain how the dick-joke ninja boys exemplify a fundamental concern of modern comedy. Or don’t. I’m not a cop.
There is one – exactly one – upside to the atrocious trailer for DC’s new edgefest, Titans, which hit the Internet two weeks ago. I now have the perfect opportunity to write about a concept very dear to my heart.
My friends, in this article – modestly entitled Titan Breezy: At the Heart Of The Ridiculous, The Sublime: The Genius of Dr. McNinja: Overly Long Title: The Stupid-Sad Synthesis – I will explain a phenomenon I have dubbed… the Stupid-Sad Synthesis. Which you, um… it’s less dramatic to reveal it like that when you’ve already WHATEVER
Here is a very basic sociology fact: as education increases, birthrates decrease. The more educated Jane Doe is, the less kids she’ll probably have. As a result, many countries such as Italy and Japan are in fact below the necessary 2.4 children per parental couple required to maintain a population, meaning their populations are now falling, not rising.
Did you get all that? Did you understand this basic phenomenon I learned off for my first year exams? Congratulations. You are officially more intelligent than the antagonist of Marvel Studios’ record-shattering blockbuster, Infinity War.
[This article contains spoilers for Star Wars: The Last Jedi, we guess.]
I hope you’re sitting down for this, dear reader. I’m about to hit you with quite the revelation: Star Wars fans are arguing online.
Yes, with Disney’s revival of the Skywalker saga, a new generation gets to live and breathe the quintessential Star Wars experience of bickering violently over nothing. Is the casting tokenistic? Will we tire of the planned barrage of yearly films? Is The Last Jedi the worst film ever made? Isn’t Oscar Isaac dreamy? This article isn’t about these questions, although here are the answers: No, Yes, How quickly we forget Phantom Menace! TLJ had flaws but admirable intentions and easily beats any of the prequels, and Heck Yes.
Instead, I’d like to discuss the modern fandom’s largest but most controversial ship: the belief, strongly held by many, that the sweaty desert girl totally has the hots for the lanky fascist with poor impulse control. Who tortured her one time.
