Little Mr Mahatma

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Monday, March 28, 2005

Teen Titans
Growing up watching Gilligan's Island re-runs, the big question for this hormonally sparked pervert was, of course, Ginger or Mary Ann. In fact, I think that was the question for most hormonally sparked teenage boys at the time. We all knew that Ginger would put out a bit of the in-out, in-out for nothing more than a signed blank check so logically she was The Choice. Except, deep down, it was Mary Ann all along. We just couldn't admit it. At least, not in public around our Dudes.

That was then This is now.

No more Gilligan's Island, except for occassionally watching an episode from the DVD collection. My kids, thankfully, are too young to get involved in the Great Debate but instead enjoy the shows for the bizarre humor.

But this is about Saturday mornings, specifically about the Teen Titans, precisely about the difficult decision between Starfire or Raven. Sure, I'm older now. A lot older but I can't watch the show wondering, wondering, wondering about those two.

Starfire or Raven...

Starfire is taller, with a gangbuster figure and a sexy naivete that just begs for exploitation. The problem is, I feel, is that she is too naive, a bit too isolated in her upbringing. One wrong grope, one errant opening move and you'll get fireballs down your shorts. No, sorry, Starfire - you may be a tad too high maintenance for this grown-up juvenile.

That leaves Raven. Dark, sexy, somber Raven. I like her looks, her wry humor, her hobby of sitting quietly engrossed in a book. But I worry about her psyche, about the possibility of her falling terminally into a dark mental chasm. I think it best to remove her collection of Anne Sexton before making any moves towards her. Yeah, Raven....Raven....

...or Mary Ann

2:02 PM

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