
It’s International Women’s Day and 20 years of Sailor Moon and I have to, I have to say something about it being my earliest education on what it means to be a woman; that is, whatever the fuck you want it to mean. You want to prescribe to traditional femininity? Go for it. You don’t? You’re a badass too. Boyfriend, girlfriend, family, none of the above? Comfortable in your fine goddess self? Weak, strong, delicate, butch? Vulnerable, guarded? Still a whole woman.
Sailor Moon is a fuck you to anyone who thinks there is one right way to be a woman, and furthermore that women hold each other back.
[Image: Two images laid side by side. They’re each beautiful portraits of Sailor Uranus, surrounded by jagged yellow patterns, and Sailor Neptune, encompassed by crashing aqua waves. Behind each of them, we can see the silhouette of the other. They’re holding hands.]