“Someday, they’re going to grow out of ‘that Chinese Shit’”
When my sister and I were growing up, our extended family thought our borderline obsession with Sailor Moon was strange. Actually, everybody did. Throughout middle school we were social outcasts; picked on for liking a cartoon when we were twelve. By the time we were thirteen years old, our family had decided that our love for Sailor Moon was a phase, and we’d eventually grow out of it. Our grandmother not-so-affectionately referred to it as “that Chinese shit.”
My sister discovered Sailor Moon before I did. One day in 1995 she stayed home sick from school and saw the episode Cherry Blossom Time. When I returned home from school that day she excitedly tried to tell me how amazing this cartoon she saw was. Eventually we figured out Sailor Moon’s time slot: 7:30 am, and it became a morning ritual. We got our friends into Sailor Moon. Or we tried. Some of them genuinely liked it, others sort of just played along to humor us.
Throughout our years in school, we met other girls who also liked Sailor Moon. However, they were, dare I say, ashamed to like it, and never talked about it openly in school. I can’t really blame them, since kids were downright cruel to my sister and me. By the time high school was over, most everyone had forgotten that we were those awkward girls who wore bootleg Sailor Moon shirts to school and put pictures of the Sailor Soldiers in the front of our binders. Either that, or they’d just grown up and had stopped being assholes.
Today, my sister and I are 27 years old. It seems rather silly writing this all up about an old series that we’re fans of. But Sailor Moon is more than that. If my sister had never stayed home sick that day, we probably would have grown up very differently. So, seventeen years later, thank you, Sailor Moon. And to our grandmother, we’re sorry. We never did grow out of “that Chinese shit.”
It was the same for me growing up. I was the only one in a family of 5 who couldn’t miss a single episode. My sisters hated that every morning before school (6:30am, here) I had to watch it. I watched it from then on (I don’t even know how old I was) but in my case, I wasn’t shy about it at all. I didn’t care who knew. In fact, I wanted people to know. I had Sailor Moon’s compowder and I even took it to show-and-tell once. My dad went ahead and sold it in a garage sale because, well, he figured it was something I was going to grow out of. And I do remember growing up, and none of my friends or.. anyone I talked to in class knew what Sailor Moon was. I still openly drew her, all the time. I wanted more than just Sailor Moon though. I spent a lot of my time drawing and wanting to see more shows like Sailor Moon. And when I was 12, I finally discovered “anime” and I finally found.. something I felt like I was searching forever for. :P As cheesy as that sounds. But I just turned 18 yesterday, and I’m happy to say that I have yet to “grow out of this phase”. And I have Sailor Moon to thank. Otherwise, who knows what type of person I’d be. I’m very thankful for discovering this anime. It built me as a person and it’s a part of who I am.




