Hello Kitty Explained
I have always believed “anime” was the Japanese word for crappy cartoons. I think it’s because I see little animation in the animation, and the drawings really creep me out.
Anime has a clown-like quality and clowns scare me.
I have never understood why a country that works hard to stay ahead of the technology curve could have such horrible graphics. See their Godzilla movies as proof.
Maybe I’m spoiled by the brilliant animation of Family Guy. Now, that’s animation.
There is one character in particular that I don’t understand. Hello Kitty.
I tend to associate Hello Kitty with depressed children and mildly retarded adults, such as Mariah Carey.
Actually, anything associated with Mariah Carey I find mildly retarded.
I sat down with my “don’t call me emo” sister on her 16th birthday to discuss Hello Kitty. Maybe she can explain it to me:
Q. What is the appeal of Hello Kitty?
A. Oh my God! I’m obsessed with Hello Kitty.
Q. Yeah I know, but how does emo and Hello Kitty …
A. I’m not emo.
Q. Ok, but you know emo. How does emo and Hello Kitty mix. Emo is dark and emotional, and Hello Kitty is happy and pink.
A. Hello Kitty goes with everything. Even guys can wear it.
Q. Even cowboys?
A. Only if they’re gay.
Q. Do you get upset if someone, such as myself, refers to Hello Kitty as Howdy Pussy?
Grandmother: What did you just say?!?!?!
Irritated Tulsan: Hello Kitty. I said Hello Kitty.
Grandmother: Better have.
Q. Do you get upset?
A. No. I’ll just ignore you.
Q. I still don’t understand. What’s the appeal?
A. The stories. They’re more realistic.
Q. Still not getting it.
A. It made me brighter.
Q. Physically or emotionally?
A. Physically brighter.
Q. What all do you own?
A. Shirts, jackets, accessories. My bathroom is in Hello Kitty.
Q. I know. I try not to use it. I feel like her eyes are staring at me when I go. I lock up.
A. Whatever.
I still don’t get it.
Up until a few years ago, I honestly thought Hello Kitty was a brand of cat food.
Too damn funny!