I'm an older millenial, I guess. An 80s baby who spent the bulk of my childhood in the 90s and graduated High School and College in the aughts. High speed Internet and Cable TV showed up in my island nation in the late 90s and suddenly the cartoons only a few of my friends had heard of were watched by all and recapped vividly before school, on breaks, at lunch time and in class, much to the annoyance of our teachers. Toonami entered the scene almost simultaneously and all of a sudden the obscure Japanese cartoons I'd only heard whispers of from friends who were unsupervised in video stores were suddenly right there within reach. I'm speaking of course, of the first anime I can remember transfixing and transcending the culture: Dragon Ball Z.

I hate writing reviews. My inspiration to write comes in small bursts over months. By the time I care to sit down at my laptop to try and just get something done I can’t remember even the simplest details of a show. I have no notes and almost never feel like I have anything interesting to say. Half the time I’m not even sure I like anime.