I don’t think I ever noticed that before til recently, it’s cute.

That is literally a post I just saw with so many notes. It makes me so fucking embarrassingly, unreasonably (I am aware) angry. How can the distribution of empathy and compassion, the recognition of loss and labor, be so royally fucked? You are looking at the most privileged being in the universe and think she is the victim? Yeah, Usagi does go through rough things, no one is suggesting otherwise, but—if I may remind you all—that applies to every Senshi. You know why Usagi has the luxury of wanting to be Usagi? Because she actually has a happy life with a functional family and friends outside the Sailor circle. All the other Senshi are programmed and destined to die for her. Makoto is an orphan. Rei’s mom is dead, and her father is estranged. Ami has a single mom who works her ass off to provide for her daughter. None of Usagi’s friends, not even Mamoru, gets a fulfilled life beyond making Usagi’s dreams come true. They don’t get a present, a functional family. They are written by Guardian Cosmos to wait for the vacancy in their hearts and life to be filled with devotion for Usagi. They are assets with a heartbeat, cosmic capital for Serenity, who has an unlimited ontological credit. No loss Usagi experiences are permanent. And, btw, all Usagi wants in canon is being with Mamoru, and she is. Again and again and again. Canon does not even have the decency to tell us what happens to her friends when Usagi does not need them anymore, because Chibiusa got her own servants delivered and stored for her until she needs friends.

All she ever wanted to be was Kino Makoto, but she’ll always be Sailor Jupiter, and die as a servant of Serenity. Again and again and again.

All she ever wanted to be was Hino Rei, but she’ll always be Sailor Mars, and die as a servant of Serenity. Again and again and again.

All she ever wanted to be was Mizuno Ami, but she’ll always be Sailor Mercury, and die as a servant of Serenity. Again and again and again.

All she ever wanted to be was Aino Minako, but she’ll always be Sailor Venus, decoy of Princess Serenity, and die as a servant of Serenity. Again and again and again.

Imagine, if you will, a dance studio. This studio is regarded globally as one of the, if not the most prestigious academy of its kind. It can accommodate dozens upon dozens of troupes, and provides arrangements specific for every single style of dance, no matter how specific. Even the design of the building itself is very ergonomic: the main entrance, or lobby, leads into a neat row of hallways, one for each generic classification (tap dance, ballet, etc). These broad, “generic” hallways then branch into several narrower “subtype” paths, which finally lead to a sort of cul-de-sac of individual, enclosed studio rooms for several groupings of dancers to practice in.

Now, back in the lobby, there is a P.A. speaker hanging in the entranceway of each “generic” hallway. These speakers play live audio feeds of the dancers practicing in each studio room, swapping to the next after allotments of about twenty seconds. The sound systems are in excellent quality, and you can listen with near-perfect clarity whence you are near them. Not only that, but they are spaced just so that- as long as you are not standing in the front of the lobby, or in between two of the halls- you will only hear one P.A. speaker at a time.

Now, imagine a pack of enraged silverback gorillas are released all at once into the dance studio. It does not matter in what mode of transport they were delivered, or the party who delivered them. What matters is that they are all profusely enraged, and looking to attack anything that poses a modicum of a threat to them. Normally, this would extend to the gorillas fighting each other- but in this scenario, every individual gorilla is enclosed in a personalized forcefield bubble that prevent them exclusively from harming another gorilla. Any given primate cannot punch, kick, or throw objects at another gorilla. As such, they instead focus their anger on the likes of the dance studio- and the people inside it. The gorillas, being naturally intelligent creatures, listen in to the P.A. speakers one by one, as to decide which studio room to target first (they are unfamiliar with the terrain, and because they cannot harm each other, they have decided to operate as a single unit).

Now, Katrina, in these circumstances, what type of style- depending on music, and then the specific movement of the dance- do you believe would be the most objectively likely to merit the wrath of a tribe of embittered, invincible, silverback gorillas? There is a pen and paper on the table before you to write down your answer, as well as a cohesive list illustrating every style of dance being practiced in the studio. In the far left corner, there is a 1980s Emerson 13" CRT Tube Color TV, and roughly 450 VHS cassette tapes containing footage of each dance style practiced, nearly identical to the list- though in a separate order entirely. Additionally, these VHS tapes are labeled using doctors’ prescription shorthand, and thus are very difficult to decipher for anyone unfamiliar with the methodology.

If you are unable to provide a written answer, provide an unclear written answer, or an incorrect written answer, in the provided span of six hours, then forty outraged silverback gorillas will be unleashed upon you via the row of forty separate chambers, paneled on the south wall and currently locked.