Loved that movie as a kid. A gay kid but still

I LOVE THAT MOVIE. I have the original VHS my dad used to record it off HBO, and my sister dropped $35 on Amazon to get the DVD. I heart that movie so hard and agree with you - this looks just weird! Like they drifted into anime territory and turned her into a ditz.

I submit this one:

I get that styles of animation change over time, but I just wish that kids looked like kids in things. That they weren't always aged up so much. But I was old enough to enjoy RB the first time around, which means they don't care what I think now!

I was just thinking that, I always loved that she was stocky like me when I was a kid.

Yeah, no.

Rainbow Brite is a chubby-cheeked kid. I don't know who the hell this teenager is.

I'm getting the popcorn for the next bitchy rich white girl move.

YOU DON'T GET TO LABEL SOMETHING NOT RACIST BECAUSE IT IS PERSONALLY INCONVENIENT FOR YOU.

Sorry that the honourable rich folks in antebellum south have been so horribly maligned, you completely oblivious, self-serving fuck.

I've shared this story before, but it fits in well here, too.

Alright, this is a bit of a reach. I associated "Antebellum" with a "Southern Gal" sort of gender stereotype (in a more gritty sort of way?).

In Hawaii, and amongst my Native and American Indian friends, we don't call it "Columbus Day," we call it Invasion Day.

Erm, are those roaches just black stereotypes with antennae?

I got this.

Things hadn't been going well with Mr. JackAss for a couple months, but I had decided to stick through it during the holidays. Then, one afternoon, he offered to let me drive his Jeep. I shifted over to the driver's seat as he walked around to the other side. I adjusted the seat, and checked the mirrors as…

Going up, my parents were were divorced and never communicated directly. I got bounced back and forth between them a lot. Always based on what my mom needed. Fuck my social life or grades or stability. If being a parent started to get too hard, she'd ship me off to live with my grandmother or father. She'd get lonely,…

My freshman year of college, I made the mistake of dating a very serious born-again Christian. (I was raised both Catholic and Unitarian Universalist, I'm not sure what he was doing in the relationship either.)

As I understand it, his job is to be my Imaginary Boyfriend.

But didn't she cop to making a very racist statement to 50 Cent upon their breakup?

Ah yes, the old Black by Injection defense...