I (Think) I Hate Hentai: Part 2
April 17, 2003
Author: Reverend Ragu
Who can tell anymore?

What is love? To quote Haddaway, the esteemed philosopher-poet, “Baby don't hurt me. Don't hurt me. No more.” I suppose I should listen to him; Hentai is an abusive mistress. For every soft 'n squishy Shiwasu no Okina epic, we have Tatsuya Shithead, age 8, publishing his illegible in-class doodles; notes home from the teacher still present in the photocopy and everything.

His art teacher, however, thought it was “very creative”
“Dear Mr. and Mrs. Shithead, I am moving your son to a different class. He is deeply ill and seriously needs help. I am currently being repeatedly molested not only by the administration of the school, but also on the subway to work and by his upperclassmen who are blackmailing me; I would just as soon not have your son organize his classmates to violate me in every which way and add “being raped by third graders” to the list of horrific indignities I suffer daily.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Super Number One Busty G-Cup Teacher Kanako-Sensei”
Sincerely,
Mrs. Super Number One Busty G-Cup Teacher Kanako-Sensei”
It goes beyond that though. Hentai is not only the girlfriend who gives you spectacular sex once in a while, but the rest of the time barely into it because she's so doped up on various and sundry narcotics, hentai is also the significant other who constantly berates you, demolishing your self esteem, and calling the cops on you for being abusive after she herself throws the recliner out your front window. It's the most disgusting, spirit-breaking sort of love that I would leave in a second were it not for the fact that I'd have to move onto dispirited college girls dispassionately sucking schlong for coke money to replace it. Or perhaps develop a non-repulsive personality and actually meet girls, but that's hard. With a manga in my hand I jump into my wonderland.
So springs forth this little piece of psychological warfare straight from Japan. You may recall yours truly being very screamy about a certain nugget of turd, shat from the sphincter cum fandom of one of the finest animes ever, clinging to Japan's unkempt tangle of ass hair. It's still difficult to come to terms with the fact that the bastards in Japan's 39th Artistic Assault Division would rather pen comics about girls from lamesauce video barely-games that already include lousy softcore porn than perfecting the art of rendering Faye Valentine's assets, and even more difficult to believe that the ones that do have the will would rather stick it to the cast member who would probably wind up gnawing their member off. Nevertheless, I'm slowly beginning to come to terms with this fact; hentai is truly where logic and proportion fall softly dead.
Well, here's another sequential art suckerpunch to aid your digestion, and once again it stars our favorite computer hacker cum lunatic, Edward Wong Hau Pepelu Tivrusky the Fourth. I've gone through my reasons a million times before. First, she's incredibly underaged, but that hasn't stopped anyone before. Second, she's got all the sexy curves of your average thirteen year old boy. Again, I hear the chorus chiming “that's a problem?”, and after a near-miss over The King of Fighters' Bao dressed up in a schoolgirl outfit and being rectal-rootered, I'll admit this isn't the most sexually confusing thing they've ever done in the history of manga. Then there's the fact that there is nothing remotely sexual about Ed, and that it would be more believable to have her cutting up and cannibalizing her crewmates than having her accepting the huge penis into her butt. I'm pretty sure that much of the doujinshi out there is done by people with only the vaguest concept regarding the actual subject matter of the show. Thus, we keep coming to the same conclusion: In the court of reason, the collective concept of doujinshi would hanged by its twisted, crippled cock.
Understanding the mindset is one thing, however. The sickening feeling you get when you see something like this is another story. I suppose it's a good thing, too, it thankfully means that all the metaphorical motorcycle cavalcades of mutilation, rape, and all those other pillars of this medium haven't killed off my humanity yet despite some truly valiant attempts at it. I was never expecting to see anything truly shocking in the small but significant sub-genre of “doujinshi artists asking to get their faces caved in”, but it happened. And it happened in a professional, well produced, gorgeous sort of way.

Truly cheapening his significant message of blah blah blah souls blah blah computers


