Disneyan Shallowness or the Trivialisation of the Bastard Hero

There's a thing that's been annoying me for a long time... Well, alright, there's lot of things that annoy me, I'm easily irritated, but now I want to talk about one particular attitude towards a particular type of character (in all media) that annoys me to the point of rage.

( Unnecessarily Reforming the 'Decent' Bastard )

When Completely Different Universes Collide

So my brother came to see me cuz he's a nice man and brought his lover cuz his lover is a hunk and also a nice man and, instead of chit-chatting with his sister and allowing her to drool on the Hunk, he dumped a box on my table and said: "READ IT AND WATCH IT AND DO NOT DARE JUMP TO CONCLUSIONS UNTIL YOU'VE READ IT TWICE AT LEAST!" in scary capslock of Intensity. It's not easy - and not normal for him - but he cowed me into obeying. I meekly opened the box and GAAAAAAAAAAH! Manga! Anime! Ohshitohshitohshit my brother's gone bonkers... MUUUUUUUUMMMMM!!!

But, being transfixed by Brother's Glare of IntensityTM, I did open the book and was immediately shouted at.

"It's the other way around, you shallow woman of no Japanese knowledge!"

Scary, I tell you. My bro had never been a Japanese fan, especially. He doesn't speak Japanese, he never went to Japan (I have, I liked Kyoto, disliked Tokyo, spoke with English-speaking hotel persons and that's it), he'd never indicated any interest in Japanese comic books and yet there he was, forcing me to read with menaces. I studied the instruction on How To Read The Other Way Around, and proceeded.

( And all was made clear unto me )