My sister and I popped in an old Sailor Moon CD, and I forgot how I felt about it.
I can totally understand why, as an older person now, I had some strange obsession with it as a six year old. I mean, one, in my small mind, she was freaking awesome. She had everything I wanted- teenagehood, heroism, admiration of the rescued victims, great friends, and a talking cat.
It makes me laugh now because that's absolutely ridiculous and I am so much happier now. I can be a Warrior of Justice without Moon Prism Power and a mini skirt, thank you very much.