Everyone of us is pretty familiar with the concept of rose-tinting the childhood. And today I think is a day to look back into the past and throw buckets of pink paint over what I used to think was the best animated series of all times:
Watching this might explain my tendency to hold aloft random objects when I was a kid. It might just be a magic one, you know. Luckily for He-Man it was a sword, though. Mine turned out to be a potato on a stick, which is now sitting somewhere in my basement, hidden under a pile of refuse.
Nothing beats the run towards the camera ending with a punch in the viewer’s face, except for maybe this somehow even funkier intro to She-Ra. It’s good to see a female main-cast, that doesn’t go down the Princess Peach path with superpowers that feed right from the foul bowl of idiot-man’s stereotype-ideas of where women draw their strength from. Namely severe mood-swings that enable Super Princess Peach to trigger the superpower of crying right after burning down something by being really, really angry.
Okay, before I declare She-Ra the symbol of womens’ empowerment and hold aloft my mighty She-Ra DVD boxset, do remember that I did pour a bucket of pink rose-tint over all of this. So much that I surely deserve a He-Man viewer-punch.


