Reliving your childhood memories can sometimes create a new-found love for the things you loved as a child, or in the worst case, make you question your tastes.
Starting this post with the words, “The other day, I went and bought the first volume of Sailor Moon for good times sake” would have been a good idea, except for the fact that it has been many months since I’ve caved in to my inner brat-self and purchased the first volume (blame my long absence). As you read this now, I am currently up-to-date with all of the re-released volumes of the Sailor Moon series, including the volumes with the ever-forgotten Sailor V.
So, yes. I’ve largely had the time to gather my mixed feelings about this series I used to hold close to my heart. And from what I can recall, Sailor Moon was for me THE anime were girls could look perfect while defeating bad guys on a daily basis (If you took out the clumsy Usagi).
As always in my posts, there is a “but”. I should have known better than to blindly trust my memories that have inevitably been modified and sweetened to a worrying level. As I read through five volumes of Sailor Moon, I became aware of disturbing details that, while they are far from rare in shojo manga destined for young girls, slightly lowered the high esteem I held for the franchise.
I believe the element that disturbed me so far was how ridiculous the story turned when the Sailor Scouts traveled to the future (the Black Moon arc). The rules of physics shouldn’t be taken seriously in manga, however once you decide to handle the topic of moving through space and time, turning it into a hot mess is not recommended. Especially if you include incest in it.
You’ve read it right.
Then again, Sailor Moon involves melted bodies, cultural insensitivity, unexpected homosexuality, falling in love with suspicious strangers, and skinny middle-school girls who consider themselves as fat.
Yet I still question my tastes.