I never thought I'd say this, but: There is such a thing as too much fanservice.
Queen's Blade has proven this to be true with its first episode.
My god, man. It's really quite indescribable. The huge. . . tracts of land. I might summarize it as 26 minutes of bare mammaries. Even the staunchest of breast men would insist that this is too much.
I think that I'll consider this a stress test for myself. I will watch the entire series of
Queen's Blade and see if my sense of reality survives the experience. Perhaps it won't. Perhaps I will come to expect breasts to be bared at me at the drop of a hat in the course of my daily life. (You! Woman! Show me your chest. Expose yourself!)
Much as Chris challenged himself to watch Haruhi's
Endless Eight, I will accept this challenge.
Hey, who knows, I might get something to bring up in my human sexuality class this semester.
Now I just have to get over the stigma of actually watching something with this much fanservice. Even if no one sees me watching it --
I'll know.
words from aldo, 2009-09-06 01:32:11, los angeles
