Fast forward to 2016 and I promised myself I was back on the ship FOR GOOD this time. I was on top of the weeb-world.īut somewhere after college, time or interest waned once more and I found myself off the Anime Train again. I made an effort to get into the hottest series my friends were watching, like Excel Saga, Di Gi Charat, Hikaru no Go, and Chobits. I latched onto new series I found in the bargain bin, such as Black Heaven and Dual!. After I sowed my wild oats, I made a return to anime from 2004-2008 to finish watching classic series like the Saber Marionette collections, and plow through the rest of my Visions of Escaflowne VHS tapes. My anime obsession peaked somewhere around 2001, then tapered off so I could have a few years of sexing and partying and all-around insanity. It’s got a negative connotation, sure, but it refers more to fandom itself rather than sodden panties from the prospect of cultural imports from Japan. As a thirty-something who is out of touch, I can’t latch on to the new, hip, more popular word Weeb, a phrase that’s assigned to people with an all-encompassing love with (everything) from Japan. That’s a term for an anime fan that’s aging.
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