You could never do a Jhonen Vasquez or Ted Naifeh comic book in Japan. Not like how you could in America. Black will always be considered villainous in Japan. In the 90s, half the countercoulter was goths who listened to metal music about murder, violence, and suicide. The anti-hero is a Western hero. The Japanese know NOTHING of real anti-heroes. In Japan they have a belief-Fail in terms of realizing Black is Good.
Pure-heartedness is not the only element of aesthetics that matters, and I say this as one of the more pure-hearted. In my earlier years, my life and heart were so incredibly pure and white at the beginning of my life that during my adolescence, I found myself very in love with the dark-hearted Black Noir Goth aesthetic side of life. When I was a child, everyone, my parents, family, teachers, classmates, and friends, couldn't stop talking to me about how pure, innocent, kind, happy and light I was. They all admired the innocence and purity they perceived in my heart, because I never got in trouble for anything. It got kind of boring to me after a while, always being viewed by others as innocent, justified, and good, "Are you an angel?" one frightened old woman in a hospital once asked me, when I was staying at a hospital once and had been singing to myself in the other room when she overheard me, apparently mistaking me for a real life angel. Made me yearn for something a bit darker and more macabre and especially black. Something that wasn't really what I was in real life, but that I found cool, and stylish anyway.
Then again, maybe it's the difference between the collective psyches of the United States and Japan. I guess the world's "perennial hero" (America) simply reacts differently to power colors than the world's "perennial victim" (Japan). Or SOMETHING like that, I guess.
Pure-heartedness is not the only element of aesthetics that matters, and I say this as one of the more pure-hearted. In my earlier years, my life and heart were so incredibly pure and white at the beginning of my life that during my adolescence, I found myself very in love with the dark-hearted Black Noir Goth aesthetic side of life. When I was a child, everyone, my parents, family, teachers, classmates, and friends, couldn't stop talking to me about how pure, innocent, kind, happy and light I was. They all admired the innocence and purity they perceived in my heart, because I never got in trouble for anything. It got kind of boring to me after a while, always being viewed by others as innocent, justified, and good, "Are you an angel?" one frightened old woman in a hospital once asked me, when I was staying at a hospital once and had been singing to myself in the other room when she overheard me, apparently mistaking me for a real life angel. Made me yearn for something a bit darker and more macabre and especially black. Something that wasn't really what I was in real life, but that I found cool, and stylish anyway.
Then again, maybe it's the difference between the collective psyches of the United States and Japan. I guess the world's "perennial hero" (America) simply reacts differently to power colors than the world's "perennial victim" (Japan). Or SOMETHING like that, I guess.
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