Reminds me of the anime quandary I took some time to realize as a kid.
I learned about anime. This bizarre medium from Oh, Japan. It often has girls victimized by skimpy outfits or pervy characters, and I figure: Wow, kind of a guy’s haven, but women must hate this stuff.
Nope; turns out, compared to most other media I’d had an interest in, the gender demographic was fairly split there. Because, women might get objectified in anime, but at least they had a presence. Rarely is their role even relegated to something insignificant like a damsel in distress. They’d rather look up to the magical girl in the leotard that unleashes cool attacks, even though she gets creeped on, than Princess Zelda who wears a full dress but sits in a dungeon all game.
(Not claiming either of those are perfect, either! Just a matter of lesser problems)
There’s also the aspect that, especially in earlier works, the girls being perved on are able to seek cathartic and unstoppable retribution by producing a giant hammer from nowhere and bashing their assailant bodily into the pavement, or perhaps golf-driving him into orbit. No matter how powerful or skilled a man may be, there is evidently no force in anime stronger than a woman slighted. Even Bulma was able to march right up to Lord Beerus, the universe’s literal god of destruction, and deliver him a ringing slap to the face because he pissed her off.
Reminds me of the anime quandary I took some time to realize as a kid.
I learned about anime. This bizarre medium from Oh, Japan. It often has girls victimized by skimpy outfits or pervy characters, and I figure: Wow, kind of a guy’s haven, but women must hate this stuff.
Nope; turns out, compared to most other media I’d had an interest in, the gender demographic was fairly split there. Because, women might get objectified in anime, but at least they had a presence. Rarely is their role even relegated to something insignificant like a damsel in distress. They’d rather look up to the magical girl in the leotard that unleashes cool attacks, even though she gets creeped on, than Princess Zelda who wears a full dress but sits in a dungeon all game.
(Not claiming either of those are perfect, either! Just a matter of lesser problems)
There’s also the aspect that, especially in earlier works, the girls being perved on are able to seek cathartic and unstoppable retribution by producing a giant hammer from nowhere and bashing their assailant bodily into the pavement, or perhaps golf-driving him into orbit. No matter how powerful or skilled a man may be, there is evidently no force in anime stronger than a woman slighted. Even Bulma was able to march right up to Lord Beerus, the universe’s literal god of destruction, and deliver him a ringing slap to the face because he pissed her off.
Not to mention Bulma housebreaking a proud saiyan prince.
But Bulma is not on the top of the food chain in their extended family; Buu is.
Not even Bulma will risk pissing off the questioningly stable mentally challenged fatty.