Damn. Pokemon really is such a powerful brand and a proprietor of capitalism. As the consumer, every few years I get this need for another Pokemon game and wouldn’t you know—there’s an announcement for another game. Another 2/3rds finished game. And I buy it. And I’ll keep buying it because I like it. I’ve played right into their hands.
I watched a PokePark: Kanto tour that opened in Japan, and I will say; the sculptors for the Pokemon got it perfect. I was super impressed, and they made me smile like a damn child. I bet when they close(if they close)that park, all of those pieces will be collectors items. I’d totally put one in my garden. All of them were super cute and I would have totally enjoyed it.
However, I got that same cringe in my neck like I do when I see advertisements for Disney trips anymore. Everything in the park wants your sweet sweet money. You want all these things. come buy our pretty, shiny things. you like things—yeah? Yeah you do.
And—I do. I like the cute fuckin plushies. I have enough already, but I’d get more. I’m in fucking Japan, when will that happen again? Aaaaand IT’S A CUTE CREATURE I LIKE. I’m the problem. What is wrong with me? Addicted to joy over here.