Musings on ‘Doom Eternal’

Rip and tear until the inevitable sequel.

Although I’m not a gamer, I’ve long felt a certain affection for the Doom franchise, so even I was interested when the reimagined game, known by fans as Doom 2016 to avoid confusion with the original game, appeared four years ago.

Doom had already seen a reboot with Doom III, which reinvented the game as a survival horror with more-or-less the same concept as the original but considerably more plot. Although generally praised, it was sometimes accused of building too slowly.

Doom 2016 triumphantly returned the franchise to its roots as an all-out blood-and-guts actioner and also created a new story line while keeping the basics of the premise.

Doom Eternal, which will appear in March of 2020 (having been delayed after a planned October release) is a direct sequel to Doom 2016 and is loosely based on Doom II: Hell on Earth, which appeared in 1995 as the sequel to the original game. The developers have promised that this sequel will contain even more lore and backstory as well as some huge areas to explore. Available footage indicates that it will also have a heavier focus on platforming than earlier entries in the franchise, and that the combat will require a lot of quick thinking.

The game is already being praised by those who have had the chance to play it. The only criticism, fairly mild, is that it is more cartoonish than its immediate predecessor: Its levels are no longer logical in layout, featuring instead a lot of floating floors and flaming chains like something out of Super Mario, and the obtainable items such as weapons and armor are brightly colored. The designers have defended this latter choice by arguing that they don’t want players to struggle to find items in the game’s environments.

Easily the most anticipated game of the last couple of years, Doom Eternal has stirred up some controversy (in a franchise familiar with controversy) because the early teasers hinted that the game’s final boss enemy might be God.

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I Have Found the John Wick Bourbon

When it comes to hard alcohols, I prefer bourbon, though I cannot call myself a genuine expert or connoisseur. Knob Creek is my bourbon of choice because it’s the best one I can both get at my local liquor store and pretend is within my budget.

I also like John Wick movies. Bourbon is John Wick’s drink of choice, and I am not alone in having noticed the distinctive whisky bottle that repeatedly appears in the films, and which I suspected was a real brand.

While looking up bourbons, I happened to run across the very bottle: It is definitely Blanton’s. In John Wick Chapter 2, it is clearly Blanton’s Green Label, as shown in the screenshot at the top of the post.

The official Blanton’s website claims that Blanton invented single-barrel bourbon, and  the Green Label is the Special Reserve, described thusly:

At 80 proof Blanton’s Special Reserve is ideal for those new to single barrel bourbons. It has a slightly floral nose that conveys whispers of cedar and raisin in between soft vanilla notes.

The palate has a light airy feel to it. The taste of vanilla and toffee dance around subtle notes of dried fruit and white pepper. Its smooth consistency makes it perfect for a premium cocktail or served on the rocks. Bottled at 40% alcohol by volume.

For whatever reason, the Green Label is unavailable in the United States. This arguably shows a certain attention to detail in the John Wick films, since Wick is seen drinking the Green Label only while in Rome, whereas he appears to drink the original Blanton’s while in New York.

Although not the most expensive stuff on the market, Blanton’s is unsurprisingly pricey, running about ninety bucks a bottle. Given the premise and culture of the films, of course, it would be shocking if Wick didn’t drink something that’s out of the price range of most of us. In fact, I’m halfway surprised he doesn’t drink something even more outrageously expensive.

Here’s a review of Blanton’s drink.

Although Blanton’s produces the whisky bottle used repeatedly as a film prop, there is also an official John Wick bourbon, along with commemorative tumblers, produced by Silver Screen Bottling Company.

Commemorative John Wick 3 whisky and tumblers
Offical whisky, as pictured on Slash Film.

The “official” liquor claims to be “Continental Straight Bourbon Whiskey.” Given that the films are not very old, I suppose the bourbon is probably not very old, so I’m a little skeptical, but it runs for eighty bucks. How much of that is paying for the whisky and how much is paying for the commemorative props, I’ve no idea—but for ten dollars more, you can have the real deal from Blanton’s.

In any case, I pass this along as a bit of interesting trivia. I’m not buying Blanton’s bourbon or anything like it unless I win the lottery or something.

Further Reflections on ‘Krampus’

On my interpretation of the ending of Krampus, a reader has given a thoughtful commentary that deserves to be quoted in full:

A Christmas Carol can be seen as an early post-Christian artifact, with firm roots in Christianity that late Victorians and early Edwardians were beginning to see, in the light of scientific materialism, as a mythology like any other. This idea of religion as a source of moral guidance, exhortation, and cultural identity is the reason, in my opinion, for the enduring appeal of Dickens’ tale for us today. We are all post-Christians now, [or] at least we swim in a sea of post-Christianity. If we are anti-spiritual, we tend to be children of de Sade, doing good or bad depending on how we feel, because nothing is true and everything is permitted. If we figure “there must be something out there”, we are usually children of Crowley, and we syncretize whatever myths and legends suit us so we can justify whatever we want to do. We can dream of heaven, and aspire to be angels by our own efforts, but our home is hell, really, and most of us make our peace with it sooner or later.

Krampus is clearly a post-Christian film, and eager to mine the riches of Western Christianity for entertainment. As our culture falls further and further from the idea that there can be such a thing as the truth, and a God who is merciful enough to guide us to it, my hope is for signs of Grace. Will God truly lead the blind on their journey, by paths unknown? In presenting a version of hell as a place of punishment for evil, even in jest, does even a trashy movie like Krampus serve the truth unwittingly?

I don’t want to trivialize the plight of atheists and modern pagans who have no malice, but are simply following the indications of intelligent people who have concluded that there is no God. In the face of a seemingly meaningless universe, is the basis of morality simply the skill and persuasiveness of one’s own meta-narrative? One of our foremost moralists is Oscar Wilde, who wrote one of the best post-Christian fables ever written—”The Selfish Giant.” He converted on his deathbed, but during his life, he could not gather the strength to fight past the prevailing materialism of his day. As our peers engage in the same struggle, it seems heartless to think that pop art cannot have some role in turning our thoughts to the eternal. Maybe Krampus can do that, in a way, while not pandering to “Hallmark” Christian sensibilities.

My Comments:

There is a lot to unpack there. However we approach these dense three paragraphs, I think he is correct that Krampus is a “post-Christian” film. As I argued in my last commentary upon it, Krampus is a deeply Christian character (hypothetical pre-Christian roots notwithstanding), but the film is careful to avoid mention of any specifically religious purpose to the holiday that celebrates the birth of Christ. The movie also deliberately detaches Krampus from the plainly ethical purpose that he previously served: His job, as with most of the companions of Saint Nicholas, was to whip or at least threaten naughty children. In the horror movie, however, his job is to mercilessly destroy anyone who loses some nebulous “Christmas spirit.”

Ironically, this revamped and secularized role for Krampus is more in keeping with the maudlin and commercialized notions of Christmas that the movie artfully skewers in its opening scenes than it is with the original purpose of the holiday. After the filmmakers mock Christmas for becoming crass and commercialized, they might have pointed out what Christmas is really about—and what role Krampus might play in it. But they didn’t have the guts for that, or maybe didn’t have the knowledge or insight, so the result is a schlock horror film with a few laughs and a few thrills but not much of a point.

As for the notion in the final sentences of the comment, that Krampus might turn our thoughts to the eternal, I will say that I found its image of the mouth of hell to be quite frightening—but I am also aware that I say that as a Christian. I similarly found the image of hell at the end of The Mummy Returns frightening. Someone of a different background and different viewpoint, however, might find these images of hell merely thrilling in a theme-park or horror-movie kind of way.

Yes, we can maybe dig some deep themes out of Krampus, but I think it is next to impossible if we don’t already have an understanding of the mythological character and the religious basis of the Christmas holiday. As it stands, the movie is mostly an undemanding and shallow thrill ride.

Interpreting the Ending of ‘Krampus’

A few days ago, I posted a review of that cult classic of Christmas horror, Krampus, an exploitation of the recently popular Austrian Advent bogeyman. As I said before, I think the movie is a missed opportunity, a chance to delve into some intriguing lore that instead sticks to the familiar conventions of B-grade horror movies.

The ending of the film, however, is wonderfully ambiguous, so much so that it has led to some online arguments. I refrained from discussing the ending in my review, but I’d like to do so now. I will give the customary spoiler warning, though I will add that nothing I’m about to describe will surprise you.

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Crazy Christmas Characters: Snegurochka

In America, you love snow. But in Soviet Russia, snow loves you!

Featured image: “Snegurochka: Snow Maiden” by Irina Skorohodova.

Snegurochka is a character from Russia. She is unique among the companions of Saint Nicholas, and I am grateful for her existence because she adds some needed diversity to the main cast of my upcoming novel Son of Hel. Although originally associated with Christmas, Snegurochka is, since the Soviet regime suppressed Christmas celebrations, now more closely associated with New Year’s. It is New Year’s Eve as I write this, so it seems an appropriate time to discuss this character.

Snegurochka, or Snegurka, is the “Snow Maiden,” who comes from a fairy tale. In some versions, an elderly couple created her from snow because they had no children. In others, she is the daughter of Ded Moroz, or “Grandfather Frost,” a god of wintertime. At the age of fifteen, she met her untimely demise either when her friends challenged her to leap over a fire on St. John’s Day or because she fell in love.

Whichever version you prefer, she melted tragically, like Frosty.

As he is usually depicted, the Russian character of Ded Moroz is a man with a full, white beard and a long robe, and he hands out presents at Christmastime (or now on New Year’s). This figure clearly draws from St. Nicholas, but has become completely decoupled from the original saint, becoming instead a personification of the season, rather like the character of “Father Christmas.” Snegurochka has accompanied him since around the late nineteenth century.

Being sweet-tempered and tasked with assisting the gift-giving, Snegurochka is unique among the characters associated with Santa Claus or a Santa Claus-like figure, in that she is not menacing and does not dole out punishment.

She is a popular character in Russia. She has been the subject of opera, ballet, film, and animation. A Soviet-era cartoon about her, Snow Maiden, from 1952 may or may not be in the public domain; the information I have found is confusing and seems to suggest it is considered public-domain in Russia but not the United States—however that works.

In the world of Son of Hel, I attempt to collapse together as many similar characters as possible, so I assume the Ded Moroz whom Snegurochka accompanies is actually St. Nicholas, though the real Ded Moroz, the winter god, is somewhere in the background, having been responsible for bringing her to life for the sake of elderly couple who carved her out of snow, much as Zeus brought the statue to life for Pygmalion.

Although Snegurochka is usually depicted as sweet and warm, her backstory suggests something different: Since she died once before from falling in love, I suppose that she must be cold and distant, not because she wants to be, but because it is necessary for her survival. Thus, I depict her as aloof from the other inhabitants of the North Pole, avoiding both affections and warm places. She eats only cold foods, stays away from fires, and often walks alone in the freezing arctic night.

The basic premise of the book is that the misfits of Santa’s workshop must band together to save Christmas (and win a war): Krampus is the last child of the old gods and a reluctant servant of St. Nicholas; the “Captain” is a reindeer who wears a lead mask over his radioactive nose and shuns company to avoid inflicting others with the radiation sickness that killed his parents; and Snegurochka keeps others at a distance to preserve her own life.

Snegurochka, as you can see in the image above, is usually depicted in a long, blue coat with braided blond hair. Since the sequel to Disney’s Frozen recently appeared, I will mention that I was recently discussing Christmas legends with an associate who asked me if Snegurochka was the inspiration for the Disney princess Elsa. I had no certain answer, but thought it probable.

Crazy Christmas Characters: St. Lucy

I missed it unfortunately, but yesterday was the feast day of St. Lucy, or St. Lucia. Because her feast day falls within Advent, she has been pulled into the world of Christmas lore.

St. Lucy is a Christian virgin and martyr of Syracuse said to have lived from 283 to 304 and to have died under Diocletian. She refused to burn incense to the emperor and was condemned to a brothel. When soldiers came to take her, they found they could not move her, even when they tried to drag her away with oxen. They then attempted to burn her alive, and she miraculously survived, but died from a sword thrust.

She is a patron saint of eye diseases, and images of her holding eyes on a plate have been part of her iconography for a while, but the legend that her eyes were gouged out during her martyrdom apparently appeared only in the fifteenth century.

According to legend, she delivered food to the Christians hiding in the catacombs. To light her way, she wore a wreath on her head with candles affixed to it, and this is why her feast day is celebrated with children crowned in wreaths and candles, often with one particular girl chosen as the honorary St. Lucy of the year. This is particularly popular in Scandinavia, and according to Britannica, the celebration of St. Lucy marks the beginning of the Christmas season in Sweden.

Traditionally, the girl playing Lucy wears a white robe, a red sash, and a wreath of evergreen Lingonberry branches. Pepparkakor, or gingersnap biscuits, are also associated with her holiday.

I am not at present clear on how old this tradition is; a few glances around indicate that the Advent wreath with the four candles is originally a Lutheran tradition—though most Lucy wreaths I’ve seen have five or seven. I will have to dig deeper before I can say whether the St. Lucy wreath predates the Christmas wreath or vice versa.

St. Lucia procession in Sweden
Photo by Claudia Gründer

Particularly fascinating about St. Lucy is that this distinctive appearance of her processions—a girl in a white robe with a wreath of candles on her head—has (apparently?) become associated with the Christkind, or Christ child, in some places, especially Germanic countries.

The Christkind, or Christ child, was intended by Protestants as a replacement for St. Nicholas—but instead of turning the focus to Jesus as was probably intended, the Christkind ironically became a separate figure, usually played by a girl or woman with curly hair, sometimes with a tall crown of gold but often crowned with a wreath and candles.

And that’s why you don’t mess with Christmas characters: When you try to get rid of them, you just end up creating more.

I’m still uncertain about what originated where and when, but at least according to Chris Marchand, it was the Protestant image of the Christkind that informed the image of St. Lucy. Given the late—and Protestant—origin of the the Advent wreath, this seems plausible, though I previously assumed it was the other way around.

Basically, if I understand aright, the unorthodox depiction of the the baby Jesus as a candle-headed girl got folded into the image of the young woman saint who was already a part of the Advent season. Incidentally, Marchand mentions that St. Lucia has also taken on the role of a gift-giver, sometimes giving presents exclusively to girls.

At the moment, I confess I’m unsure what to do with either St. Lucia or Christkindl in the world if Son of Hel, the Christmas-themed novel of Krampus as his motley crew of St. Nicholas’s companions tasked with saving Christmas, but I feel an obligation to work these characters in somehow.

Crazy Christmas Characters: Krampus

Gruß vom Krampus!

Today, as I write this, it is Krampusnacht, so now seems a good time to discuss Krampus, who will be one of the major protagonists in my next novel.

Krampus is one of several bogeymen who orbit Saint Nicholas in the legendarium of the Germanic and Francophone peoples. For whatever reason, Krampus has gained a lot international popularity lately, eclipsing the similar Belsnickel and Knecht Ruprecht, who were, until recently, probably the most popular such characters outside their regions of origin. This is due in part to the internet, but also to the revival of traditions surrounding Krampus in Austria and Bavaria.

Krampus leads children to hell

If I were to guess, I would suppose that it is his distinctive appearance that makes Krampus popular. The typical “companion” of Saint Nicholas is a bearded and rough-clad character whose dark and shabby appearance contrasts with the saint’s bright and festive one. These figures tend to have similar accoutrements—chains, a wicker basket, and a whip or switch or bag of ashes or some other device to punish naughty kids.

Krampus pulling a woman's hair

Krampus, however, is a slavering, horned demon-like creature with a long tongue. He still has the switch and basket, but he is considerably more striking and terrifying in appearance than most of his counterparts.

Worth noting, however, is that people outside the areas of Austria and Bavaria frequently confuse Krampus with similar characters called perchten, who are associated with Frau Perchta, a hobgoblin-like witch who comes around at Epiphany (and whom I’ll discuss in another post). The perchten are her minions, similar in appearance to Krampus and celebrated in similar fashion with dress-up and physically intense parades. I am informed that a lot of images or descriptions of krampuslaufen—Krampus runs—that one sees on the internet are actually perchtenlaufen.

Krampus leads a string of naughty children

Although these two creatures have migrated to different parts of the calendar (Krampus before the Feast of St. Nicholas and Perchta around Epiphany), the similar features suggest similar origins or at least a lot of trading. This is typical of folklore, with concepts dividing and combining and dividing again.

And if we want to get picky, we could also ask whether Krampus and the Buttnmandl, a monster made of straw and wearing huge cowbells, are really the same, or different. The answer is that there’s not really an answer: Trying to define these things is like a fanboy trying to explain away inconsistencies in his favorite franchise. For this reason, too, someone like me who wants to write a novel on all this folklore has to quit at some point, or lump together as many of these characters as possible, lest the cast be overwhelmed with too many, too similar monsters.

In any case, the website SaltzburgerLand explains:

A Percht is not a Krampus, even if similarities certainly exist. Confusing the two is hardly possible, even though the Krampus is on the go only up to 6th December, with the Percht being around only after Christmas. The name is derived from the mythological figure “Perchta”. Both beautiful and ugly Perchten travel around in the harsh nights between Christmas and the Epiphany with the slogan: “To peace, to rhyme and to health”. They should exorcise the dark and cold winter with loud bells and chase away any evil spirits.

The same website helpfully explains the traditional equipment of someone dressed as Krampus:

Tradition dictates the Krampus’ equipment: a fur suit usually made from goat or sheep skin. Large, heavy rumble bells carried on a wide leather belt around the middle of the body. A rod of thin Birch branches or a cow’s tail. And of course the elaborately carved mask. Each Pass has nowadays their own style and sometimes the masks are modern and zombie-like, or, as with the Rauriser Devils, strictly traditional. In the Rauriser Traditional Pass the masks are carved by the members themselves and painted with red, white and black colours. They must meet certain criteria, such as the red fabric tongue and specific arrangement of the horns from a goat or a ram.

The origins of Krampus, like all these characters, are obscure. But they all serve a similar role: They are bogeymen, creatures that threaten children with punishments. The great folklorist Jacob Grimm also saw all these characters as related to household goblins such as kobolds and brownies.

One of the reasons I want to write a novel of Krampus even though Krampus stories have been done (perhaps done to death) a lot lately is because, so it seems to me, nobody who gives these characters a modern take wants to treat them with any respect. Brom in his admittedly entertaining novel Krampus the Yule Lord depicts Krampus and Santa as the last remnants of an ancient rivalry between Norse gods, and the comic book Krampus features a Hellboy-like Krampus unwillingly serving an entire organization of Santa Claus-like characters.

Krampus Comic Book Cover

For whatever reason, nobody seems to want to write a story in which Santa Claus is actually St. Nicholas, the St. Nicholas, with all that might imply, or depict Krampus as his servant, reluctant or not, rather than his enemy. Nobody except me, that is.

The reason for this, in Brom’s case at least, probably arises from a decidedly modern hostility toward Christianity, so moderns pit Krampus against St. Nicholas as a supposedly freer, naughtier, less stuffy alternative.

The only problem with that is that Krampus is a decidedly Christian character: The reward/punishment dynamic of the saint and his sidekick developed in a Christian context. In fact, one thing Krampus does, often not mentioned in today’s essays on the subject, is demand that children pray. If they say their prayers, they can escape his wrath. Some of the Krampuskarten, those grotesque but whimsical postcards from the nineteenth century, depict Krampus demanding prayers from children.

Krampus may have some pre-Christian origin (the claims across the internet that he’s the son of Norse goddess Hel have no backing that I know of), but that origin is lost, and even if we could see such a hypothetical pre-Christian Krampus, he would have changed so much that we wouldn’t recognize him.

Crazy Christmas Characters: Hans Trapp

Now that I have Rag & Muffin out of the house, I am turning to research for my next book, Son of Hel. For that reason, the blog is, appropriately, turning Christmasy as I present some of the fruits of my research.

My thoughts from the beginning were that I would combine together as many folkloric characters as I could, both to keep the cast from getting unwieldy and because I work on the assumption that if folklore were real, many disparate but similar legends would probably have the same origins. However, when it comes to weird Christmas characters, so many of them are so bizarre that they deserve to stand as individuals.

One such is Hans Trapp, a character from the  French-German border, which is a breeding ground for crazy Christmas legends. I’ve only begun to think of what use I’ll put him to in Son of Hel, but he definitely has to go in there.

The story is that Hans Trapp was an evil sorcerer who practiced witchcraft and served the devil. Excommunicated by the pope, he either went mad or gave his evil full reign: Disguising himself as a scarecrow, he murdered a young boy by skewering him on a stake and took him home to devour him, but died from a lightning bolt before he got his first taste of human flesh. Now, he roams the countryside at Christmastime in search of naughty children to devour.

Like most of the “companions of Saint Nicholas,” as they’re sometimes known, this a variation on the bogeyman, a character to frighten children into being good. A few essayists identify Trapp with Le Pére Fouettard, “Father Whipper,” another French Christmastime bogeyman I’ll discuss in a later post. Although their supposed origin stories are different, Trapp and Pére Fouettard certainly share a penchant for cannibalism.

Interestingly, Hans Trapp appears to be based loosely on a real individual. The real man is Hans von Trotha, who, at least according to Wikipedia, was a nobleman of the fifteenth century who got into a land dispute with an abbot. The act that turned him into a folkloric villain was probably his decision to dam a river above Weissenburg, cutting off the water supply. After the abbot complained, he tore down the dam—and flooded the town.

Regardless of who was in the right in the initial land dispute, he does sound like kind of a jerk. Pope Alexander VI summoned him to Rome; he refused to go, accused the pope of certain crimes, and got an excommunication for it. He died a natural death, after which the excommunication was posthumously lifted.

He is supposed to have stood two meters in height, which might explain why he became depicted, at least sometimes, as a scarecrow. In other depictions, he is similar to other of St. Nicholas’s companions, with ragged clothes and a full beard—that is, basically a dark version of the saint.

Trapp’s exact role in Son of Hel is yet to be determined, but a war between good and evil elves forms part of the background, so I might have Trapp in an alliance with the villains, making him a sort of counterpart to Krampus and the other misfit heroes.

A Tale of Two Genres

And why the argument is stupid.

Recently, my Twitter timeline blew up with a rancorous debate between pulp-rev and indie authors over the question of whether science fiction and fantasy are the same genre or separate ones.

We have some writers claiming that the two are distinct, and appealing to the obvious differences between books such as The Martian and Sword of Shannara for evidence. Then we have others claiming they are the same, or that science fiction is a subgenre of fantasy, and taking Star Wars for evidence.

This is another iteration of a recurring debate throughout the history of science fiction. It is, like the Plato-Aristotle debate in philosophy, a conflict that appears repeatedly in different forms. As the argument takes shape, it reveals itself to be more or less another version of the Campbellian vs. New Wave argument, between those who want their science fiction pure and rigorously scientific, and those who … well, don’t.

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Christopher Kinsey: ‘Magical Girls and What to Do about Them’

Anime Outsiders is an interesting website; I first discovered them on Twitter, where they claimed (and whether they were being honest or merely puffing themselves, I have no idea) that they had members who were disaffected former employees of Crunchyroll. Garrulous and highly opinionated, they’re worth keeping an eye on simply because they offer exactly what their name implies—an alternate opinion that’s outside the mainstream groupthink.

Christopher Kinsey has an article up over there entitled, “Magical Girls and What to Do about Them.” Like every author who discusses magical girls, Kinsey feels a strange need to give a history of the genre, but unlike most, he mercifully keeps it brief and gets into the real point he wants to discuss—how the genre has become darker, edgier, and more adult thanks largely to Puella Magi Madoka Magica. In doing so, he also points out a connection between Madoka and Lyrical Nanoha that I had not picked up on (mostly because I admittedly have a hard time remembering Japanese names).

For those among us who know our production houses, Seven Arcs began its life producing adult themed animation, the most notorious of which is known as Night Shift Nurses and the less said about THAT the better. But this was all to build the capitol to make a really honest to goodness TV anime series. As it turns out, they produced Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha which, as mentioned above, was a magical girl anime primarily designed to draw in a male audience.

Kinsey makes the case that the genre, in its recent developments, has ended up excluding the audience it was originally intended for—young girls.

I’ve repeatedly complained on here about the excess darkness in the genre today, with many series like Magical Girl Site trying to duplicate the grimness of Madoka without understanding why Madoka works.

Although I think Kinsey makes the common mistake of interpreting Madoka in light of Gen Urobuchi’s previous work (even though Urobuchi himself has said he was trying to write against his usual tendencies with Madoka), he ultimately turns to the Netflix adaptation of Smile Pretty Cure into Glitter Force and makes what I believe to be a great point:

Could it be translated better and still sold to young girls? Probably, but this is just the thing to remind the anime community that we have to cater to more than just young men with disposable incomes. Everyone deserves a chance at the table, and if Glitter Force can be a gateway to a new fan just as Sailor Moon scooped up many young ladies to the fandom back when I was young, then I think we need to have more series just like it.