Cartoons are the Best Antioxidant

When I was a child most Saturday morning cartoons were talking dogs or tricky woodpeckers. The humans that actually appeared in cartoons were overly simplified caricature drawings, Fred Flinstone, George Jetson, and the like. Later on there were G.I. Joes and Ninja turtles but for the most part cartoon depictions of the human body were still.....welll....cartoony.

Not so today.

Today there is Batman. There is Superman. There is Spider Man. There is a live action and a cartoon version of the power rangers. And all these animated superheroes have one thing in common. They are incredibly buff. Not just in good shape. The muscles on these drawings pop like someone stencilled in the outlines of a weight lifting magazine. The cartoonishness pushes the muscles even further, making them bigger and stronger than is really humanly possible, and of course the heroes have the supernatural superhero strength to go with it.

I worry that this may send negative messages to my son. In the same way that little girls are bombarded with false images of what is beautiful at a young age, I worry that my son is watching Superman and Batman and receiving mixed signals on what it means to be a hero. The original spiderman. The one from the comics, he was a nerd. It wasn't his brawn at all. He could leap around, but he was a scientist, an average joe, even a bit of a geek. The cartoon spider man my son watches out muscles his villains. I just hope my son doesn't grow up thinking the best way to solve problems is to out muscle them.

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I suppose I've always seen American cartoons as right side up and Japanese cartoons as upside down. The only Japanese cartoons I had access to as a youth were the dirty ones.

My wholesome childhood included the Disney afternoon, and Saturday morning was full of animated ducks and rabbits, looney toons. Of course they were some of the most violent shows ever created. Tom and Jerry were downright brutal. But it was still kids geared.

The first Japanese cartoon I ever saw was Ghost in the shell. The movie opens on a smokin' hot naked cartoon body. My parents had no clue. A week later, my dad rented me Akira. He'd never seen it, only heard about it, and it was a cartoon, so what's the harm to a six year old kid.

This is Akira, which includes rape, murder, genocide, and hundreds of exploding body parts. Who can forget the classic scene when Yuko is trapped in the fleshy, sludgy folds of her boyfriends skin, now that he has turned into a blob-monster the size of a city block. A single tear drops from Yuko's face as her skin cage tightens and her body bursts into a bloody mess. Perfect for a six year old.

Anyway, weather my love for the original American shows, or my fear of the racy Japanese material, today I love cartoons more than ever, whichever side of the Pacific they were inked.

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So far, I've written some (pretty good, I think) diatribes about the cartoons of my youth. But, today I'm going to talk about a newer generation's favorite cartoon. The era of SpongeBob SquarePants.

SpongeBob's rose to power near the turn of the 21st century. Within a year of the first season, every kid between the ages of 5 and 11 had a SpongeBob backpack, a SpongeBob lunch pail, a SpongeBob pillow, and a SpongeBob secret decoder wrist watch. The little yellow fellow was everywhere. One of the executive producers of the show delivered an economics speech at my college. The money generated from that show was astronomical.

So, I watched it.

A 20 year old man, I watched SpongeBob almost religiously, more so than any other television show in college. It was genius. Spongebob was the height of whimsy. It was colorful, and quick, and sincere. It was not morally grounded like most Saturday morning cartoons (Goof Troupe, G.I. Joe), nor was it malicious like the rest (Ren & Stimpy, Tom & Jerry). It alluded to very adult themes while staying grounded in kids' playfulness. There was a mild self-awareness, plenty of childish puns, and broad conceptual problems. In one episode SpongeBob is sucked into a time vortex and creates a paradox when he meets his future self, he becomes self aware and comes to the conclusion he might only exist because he believes he exists. The show just made college level philosophy 101 accessible to children. Another episode is pointed satire at the absurdity of modern marketing, yet delivered in easy-to-chew chunks of humor for the under 10 crowd. Another episode centers around karate chopping addiction. Painfully funny, but also painfully similar to (and most likely derived from) the real life problems of sex/alcohol/gambling addiction.

Overall, SpongeBob is one of the best kids cartoons ever inked.

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I was very young when the care bears were popular. My sister and I owned several, we loved the cartoon, and I believe we developed a fine taste for the care bear candies, or fruit chews, or whatever sugar-loaded care-bear shaped substance our mother found at the shop-and-go.

The care bears were a group of multicolored bears, each with a different picture on their tummy. I don't remember the significance of the picture, I guess it was an easy way to distinguish their personalities. The care bears battled all sorts of grumpy, gremliny, malicious baddies, and they always prevailed with the wonderful weapon of choice, the "Care Bear Stare." The Bears would line up, hold hands, and then light would shoot out of their tummies at the hideous villain. Eventually the villain would cry, or grow a heart, or start to care, and the day would be won. Bizarre and a bit creepy.

Then came a video where the care bears fought an evil carnaval. Bad idea. First, the carnival was REALLY evil. It devoured children. Yeah, no stops pulled, kids died. Second, the care bear stare was useless against the evils of the carnival. And finally, the story played off of every gypsy stereotype ever known. Nothing like caring to push forth prejudice. Way to go, care bears.

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G.I. Joe. A real American Hero. The original Joes were 12inches tall. The barbie doll for the jingoist little boy of the 50's. The Joes fought the Nazi's a clear and recent enemy, kill those Germans.

In the 80's G.I. Joe was re-invented as the modern action figure. The Joes were 3.5 inches tall. You could fit several in a lunchbox, take them to school and use them to fight with your friends at lunch. The new enemy was a covert World-destruction-bent cloister called Cobra. Cobra was evil, they belonged to know country and infested every country. A perfect enemy for Joe to fight perenially.

Currently Hollywood is making a G.I. Joe movie. Cobra is still the enemy, it is live action, and starring a host of B-List action heroes. My question is, how do they avoid the painfully similar parallels between Cobra and Al-Queda. Or do they?  Will Hollywood work frantically to make sure the G.I. Joe movie doesn't offend any nationality or culture. Or will they use G.I. Joe to make a statement about what's going on in the world with terrorism. I'm hoping for the latter.

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