Ah yes pandering. That one word the western anime fanbase just loves to throw back and forth like an old tennis ball that’s just been a dog chewed up on.
Generally, I find “pandering” to be a buzzword the anime fan likes to use to describe anime they they themselves don’t like just so they can pretend to be intellectually smarter than they really are.But to give meaning to the word, I legitimately support otaku pandering in anime. Not only do I enjoy the gobs of fanservice in a show, I like seeing references to other anime and otaku memes. Anime first and foremost is for Japanese viewers and otaku are the ones who support the shows they love.
That’s not to say anime that only has fanservice or otaku pandering is automatically good, but I don’t get turnoff by a show just because use see some FICTIONAL underage girl in the nude for the purpose of the viewer. The western viewer needs to get off their moral high horse and enjoy anime for what its always been rather than what they think it should be.
So in short, I want MORE otaku pandering as it will weed out the fake fans who THINK they love anime but use that Sturgeon’s law nonsense and leave actually fans of the medium to enjoy.
I had the pleasant moment of mind to choose Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy as my source of entertainment during my dinner for the day. Knowing only about it from a short clip from an appearance Gary Oldman had on Conan, I was intrigued as I watched the opening and see names as Cumberbatch, Strong and Hardy roll by. Quickly gathering that this movie takes place during the Cold War and that this is some part of the British SIS, I was further intrigued and sat through the entire ordeal almost at the edge of my seat.
The tension in the film is quite something, and there is close to no humor involved apart from a few quirks here and there to lighten the mood ever so slightly. Who is the mole? How does it all come together? Why is Cumberbatch blonde - was my primary question. That’s no Sherlock of mine.
Great movie, and after checking it out on Wikipedia afterwards I know this is a part of three in some 1970s British novels. Hopes on the other two parts being adapted are up.
Late into the night on Saturday I finished my Paragon playthrough of Mass Effect 3 as the female Shepard. Having used the save for Mass Effect 2 which was already imported from my Mass Effect game, it had many, many missing things because I was a lazybutt with regards to to the first game. And I didn’t particularly do a 100% run in ME2.
I strained to get every single possible mission done and get as many resources as remotely possible.
And then I met that ending. Now I’m just mad.
And don’t forget that dicks weren’t made to go in mouths either, among other hetero-possible places, nor result in farting out a baby, but America and Christians seem to love the hell out of that.
Good thing it’s “comparitively normal.”I’m bored. No more of this drivel for me. I’m out, gotta catch up in Skyrim.
I want Koume’s clothes after she’s spent a day playing baseball in the heat. The smell of active, adolescent girl embedded in fabric drenched in her blooming body’s sweat is something I’d kill for.
After all, hygiene in the Taishou era must not have been as good as it is today.Pic related: I want a whiff. I want to hold her close to me in a loving embrace, and inhale the fragrance that wafts from her body. Oh and her feet must smell delicious too.