A vast majority of animation majors need to go back to middle school where they belong.
If during a critique you state that a piece should not have nudity, blood, etc. because you think it is “unnecessary, scary, disturbing, and inappropriate”or because it makes you feel uncomfortable then maybe you shouldn’t be in college. Furthermore if the illustration is depicting a violent story and you say “Even though the story is filled with violence, the illustration does not have to be” my response is: “You’re right, it does not have to be but it is a logical choice to include key elements of a story. Just because you some how made it this far in your life without any evidence of the slightest desensitization, doesn’t mean the rest of world is going to change to make you feel comfortable.
If you’re still making fun of someone who’s within earshot and speaking louder than the average human so that the person you’re making fun of can hear you clearly for the fifteen minutes you decide to shit on them. Don’t go back to middle school, go back to elementary school.
If the smell of cigarettes on a someone’s clothes somehow gives you a migraine, wear a fucking gas mask or carry febreeze with you at all times.
If the only movies you watch are Pixar and Disney films and you are not open to other types of film, you do not deserve to have an opinion on film of any kind.
If you are in art school and still draw like you’re in 2nd grade, drop out immediately. You are never going to make a living doing this and you’re only making it worse by trying. If you still draw manga exclusively that is worse than the drawings in those shitty “How to draw” books, break your hands.
If you don’t respect an individual for choosing to drink or smoke pot, please go die in a fire you righteous asshole.
If you just started drinking and love to talk about how crazy and awesome it was or try to brag about how much you drank then please go drink 2 gallons of bleach and jump off of a bridge. If drinking is new to you, welcome to the club. High school must have been exceptionally awful for you. I understand your excitement but drinking is not something to brag about.
In closing, your immaturity and close-mindedness is impressive in the worst way and whoever raised you didn’t do a very good job of teaching you how to be respectful. I don’t openly tell you that a new born puppy dragging it’s unwiped ass across a carpet can draw better with dog shit than you can with a pencil. I don’t openly tell you that you act like a child and have the mental capacity of a stick-bug. So please grow up or move back in with your parents so they can tell you everything is rainbows, Disney, and Mac N’ Cheese.
Eat shit and die, you don’t deserve to have an opinion if you don’t know how to support it or even why you have that opinion in the first place. Take some time and realize you’re in college now.
P.S. I know this is hard for you to comprehend but you are not the only living organism on this planet and the world most certainly does not revolve around you. I realize whoever raised you must have told you that you’re very special and you might be special but not in the way you think you are. You’re the same decaying sack of shit that everyone else is, only difference is you don’t acknowledge it.
I don’t know if I could ever love a person more than I love Japanese cartoons.
My favorite Pearl Jam songs:
Pierced nipples fucking rule.
Some of my biggest pet peeves include:
Some of my favorite things:
When people flip out and lose their shit.
When people are brutally honest to everyone and don’t care at all.
I feel like I’m backwards and I’m okay with that because I hate people and I love people who hate people. Ya dig?
I feel like I go to college with a bunch of middle-schoolers. I do not think smoking cigarettes is something to be proud of. I am well aware the smoking is linked to cancer. I am also aware that smokers smell like cigarettes. I am not a self-righteous asshole who has nothing better to do than talk about how they do not approve of smoking in front of me for over two hours. If it bothers you that much bring a fucking can of febreeze to class. The AIB Sophmore class is full of sheltered close-minded immature children who have trouble interacting with/respecting anyone who is not a member of their little cliques, still gossip, never learned how to use their “indoor voice”, laugh obnoxious loud every 2 minutes to the extent to where I think they’re taking in less and less oxygen and their brains are becoming increasingly damaged, and most of them still draw like their in grade school.