Good evening and grand tidings to you fuzzy funbags of only the best stains from your parents college dorm matresses. May the evening find you well, warm, loved and with a belly full of things sure to harden your arteries but titilate your taste uds for decades to come.

Now *steeples her fingers* I know I has said that I wanted to spend our Fridays together with Friday Gameday but I had to make an exception this week and spend this last Friday, a very special one, in some much-needed "me time", though I did share much of it with my family.

For those in the back rowswho missed it, this last Friday, February 20th, Netflix bid farewell to its collaborative work with Dreamworks animation that is the Five-season-long reboot of the 80's original "She-Ra & The Princesses of Power". And that made me a very sad panda. *sets her chin*

For the uninitiated- The animated series tells a tale Particularly uplifting in such specific times as these many unfortunate Amerikkklan citizens find themselves in. An incredibly refreshing breath of fresh air. A drastic re-imagining of the original, relatively simplistic fluff property from the 80's, the story of a group made up of the survivors of a failed rebellion against a violent fascist takeover. A tale of unlikely heroes, dreamers, villains and isolationists, all coming to terms with the fact that, yes, THEY COULD WIN. THEY had the power to beat back their oppressors if only they stood together. Set aside past grievances, learn move past their differences, believe in themselves and trust in their friends and allies that they had their backs. More than that it's a tale very familiar to many of us on a personal, painful and shameful level, the trauma many of us face from abusive environments, heaped upon us by families who don't support us, societies which degrade us, dehumanize us. They fill us with self-doubt, self loathing and the lies that we internalize and somewhere along the line we lose sight of right and wrong, becoming our abusers, reflecting their hate on those who would love us. Without knowing it, many of us can find ourselves in these characters, fighting to be better people, to earn redemption in their own eyes, if never in those of the world.

It also has some of the most unambiguous, unapologetic and diverse LGBTQ characters I've seen in a series. Love finds home in the hearts of many. Straight, Gay, Aro/Ace, relationships grow in organic and relatable ways across the series as the new Rebellion fights the battle their parents failed to against those who would kill them and see their homes, their people, their very shared cultures driven into dust.

Yes. It is fucking wonderful and highly worth your watch.

And *laughs* OH MY GOODNESS but did that ever piss off THOSE annoying, big-mouthed crybaby fanboys, nostalgia-obsessed aging-out nerds and the general group of misogynists, homophobes, racists and boring, lame-ass, dumber than a second coat of paint and twice as sex-starved neckbeard losers. *cackles* Oh my sweet Lucifer's bouncy-ass Bewbies but the youtube hate-o-sphere made countless hours of whining, pissing and moaning about it. If you're the sort who delights in mocking the kind of hate-fueled pedantic dipshits who waste their time in such vitriol, you know the type and could find a treasure-trove of dipshittery across youtube or "tik-tok" or wherever the trouser stains have found a porous surface to cling to. The same dull, boring, "rage-baiter" types who bitch, cry, piss and moan like a kangaroo on the rag about every time a brown person is on-screen or a female character isn't sexy enough for them to log into their spank-bank.

Now, I grew up with the original She-Ra. I have those memories and that nostalgia. But over the years I've managed to grow beyond the poison the word implies, favoring the truth over the lotus blossom's comfort. Much like many of the shows of my youth, I can recall it clearly for what it was and could- COULD- easily spend an hour or three in step-by-step, bullet-point explanation of why when I say the new version is OBJECTIVELY better. I could do that. I COULD.

But why?

Why spend my time on such a pursuit when I could spend it sharing one last binge of the series with my family, enjoying the show. Sitting on the couch, we laugh at Seahawks antics. We growl shudder at the casual horror of The Horde. We feel awkward, uncomfortable as we watch the final moments of complex people, neither "good" nor "bad", just people, like all of us.And we all tear-up as the relationships we've seen grow across five seasons, shifting from friendship, to confusion, lashing out at one another, to understanding, forgiveness of the self and one another and even love.

Not much of a choice by my reckoning.


We all only have so many days on this earth, this is true. It's not my place, or anyone's for that matter to tell you how to spend them but if you'd fancy that sifted wisdom that is my own experience, fight the fights that need to be fought but don't waste your time on those that don't. Let the losers burn themselves out and spend those precious moments instead building memories with loved ones. You'll regret missing those opportunities later FAR more. Please, trust me on that.

In the meantime, Baphy bless your butts. Love yourselves and love one another.