The Powerpuff Girls is the foundation of my childhood. I lived, ate, and breathed PPG. Literally. Everything from the television series, to the movie, to the backpacks and school supplies, to the stuffed dolls, to the coloring books, to the Halloween costumes, and even the cereal (whose superpowers came in the form of pop rock candy), made up the little joy found in my upbringing. Now and days, I get that joy from the "Ahh" moments of talking nostalgic about the 90's with other early 90's/late 80's babies. Yes, among conversations of Britney Spears, Von Dutch trucker caps, and AOL dial up, I would be the one to bring up PPG,
To this day I still find things to love about the Powerpuff Girls. Like the fact that I never noticed as a child that the Professor sat stylishly in an Eames Lounge while puffin on his pipe. I suppose what attracts me the most to male fans of the children's hit series is the idea of being able to watch it together when we're old and still getting a kick out of it, (and Chia Pet commercials and Poo-Chis and fuckin Furby). That's why this is number twenty.
Electronics used to be cool. |
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