Showing posts with label Dear Japan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dear Japan. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Dear Japan - An Open Letter Regarding Gender Inequality Within Gargantuan Humanoid Weapons Based Warfare

Dear Japan,

Please stop it with cocks in giant robots.

As a fan of the popular video game series, Super Robot Wars, I have come to an understanding that the humongous mecha genre is ultimately a male dominated genre, and it is within reason to expect that the majority of characters featured in Super Robot Wars would be male.

That said, I really could use a party that is less of a sausage fest.

Most giant robot shows feature male main characters, and main characters are generally the strongest character of the series they represent whenever they appear in Super Robot Wars, this is understandeble. The problem however, lies in the fact that with all these male leads being the stronger characters, my SRW parties generally end up looking like a fangirl's harem.

Now this would be nice if I were a fangirl, but as it would seem, I am not.

So please, please, please make a few more mecha series with a female protaganist. Dancouga Nova is the only one I can think of that was made in the past few years, and a single 12 episode series is nowhere near enough to bridge the gap.

Now I'm not insisting on a 50/50 ratio, I can live with a majority of mecha shows with male heroes. That said however, I would like a little more then a single pair of tits for every 20 dicks shoved in my face.


A visual representation of the current gender makeup of my Super Robot Wars a2 team. Only this time, Haruhi's a guy.

Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Dear Japan - An Open Letter Regarding Inorganic Humanoid Anatomy

Dear Japan,

Please stop it with the robot tits.

As a fan of the super robot genre, I quite unsurprisingly watch many animes featuring fantastically stylistic and over the top giant robots. And whilst super robots have generally being the domain of men, every once in a while a girl decides to strike a blow for feminism and pilot a badass giant robot along with the boys.

This is a good thing.

However, do you really have to outfit your female pilots with robo juggies? I mean, really? Do women really have to scream out to everyone that the pilot insides a chick by riding this:



Or this:



Or this:



Or this:



Do they really fucking have to? I mean, for Christ's sakes! Some of these bots jiggle! THEY FUCKING JIGGLE!


I wish I was making this up.

And honestly now, what the fuck were you guys smoking when you made the following two scenes, and where can I get some?


Yes. Those are robot nipples. Robot. Fucking. Nipples.


The most depressing part is that the pilots were killed by that.

I never thought I'd say this Japan, never in a million years, but here it is; I have had enough fucking tits shoved in my face.

So in closing, until the day that male piloted robots get extending robo dick spears, please refrain from any more robot boobs in future.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Dear Japan - An Open Letter Regarding Mouse Pads

Dear Japan,

Please stop selling oppai mousepads.

For the uninformed, oppai mousepads are gimmicky mousepads where the wrist rest is shaped like a pair of tits.

This is quite possibly the single dumbest idea I have ever encountered.


End the Stupidity!

When I buy a mousepad, I want something simple that has a comfortable rest, and let's me use my mouse efficiently.

If I really wanted to spend money in order to enjoy the soft feel of breasts while I play my favourite FPS, I'd hire a hooker and rest my wrist on her tits while using my mouse.


Support your local hooker; help her put food on the table!

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Friday, February 13, 2009

Dear Japan, An Open Letter Regarding the Sale of Pornography

Dear Japan,

Please enforce clear and rigid separation between your normal pornography and the fucked up shit.

I recently visited your fine country, and before long found myself in an adult comics store in Akihabara. There, I browsed through the store's wide and varied merchandise, admiring the fine quality of the adult entertainment in your country.

Until suddenly, I picked up what looked to be a perfectly innocent hentai manga. Only to notice the picture on the cover was that of a crying woman clutching her still bleeding chest as her freshly disembodied tits lay idly on the ground.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

WHAT. THE. BLEEDING. FUCK!?

Now I understand people have all sorts of fucked up fetishes. I for one, masturbate to old re-runs of the West Wing. But that doesn't mean everyone else has to see what kind of messed up shit gets you off!

While exploring Akiba, I came across a store that according to my Japanese friend who was with me at the time, catered specifically to people with a muscle fetish.

Please take a page out of that store's book, and get specialised stores for all the wacked out shit people get aroused by.

When I browse through porn, I want to get a boner, not a permenant mental scar.

So please Japan, let's see two seperate stores for different kinds of pornography, one that caters to good, wholesome, family-friendly porn, and another that can also double up as a gas chamber.