Once again, I am here to remind everyone of the diversity fiction has blessed us with. Characters of all colors and shades have been accepted into our lives by work of fiction, and I think they deserve applause. But who am I? I'm sure you guys would rather meet some real (by real I mean there are pictures of them) examples of characters who've helped show us the way. Let us begin. Oh, by the way, they're all yellow.
C'mon, is there a cuter companion ever? He just happens to be yellow, yes, but his loveability is undeniable. It doesn't matter that he's a complete brat who won't go inside of a Pokeball, or evolve into his stronger form. You have to forgive him because he is just that cute. Not to mention quite powerful. I mean this little guy is letting off some serious voltage. If you don't believe me, ask those darn Rockets why they always wanna get their mits on him.
The quintessential yellow pop culture family. The Simpsons is one of the longest running shows on TV, and it's understandable. The ever-loveable yet ridiculously stupid Homer is simply irresistable. How this guy got a job at a nuclear power plant is beyond anyone, because incompetent is just an understatement when it comes to Homer. But no matter how dumb he can be, his heart tends to be in the right place at some point. And who can say they ever get tired of watching him nearly choke his son to death?
I know the Minions are pretty new on the scene, but they had to be on the list. Since their appearance in Despicable Me, you can't go to a movie theater without seeing them at least once on the screen. They may be using a squeegy on the screen or doing some other sort of maintenance, but you see them. Their dynamic with each other is all so priceless. They physically repremand each other, and also take off together after messing something up. And you can't forget the one who tries to clean a "crack" on the screen only to make it bigger and watch the whole thing shatter. Poor little guy. I know how it feels, little Minion.
I would have started this paragraph with "how many quarters have you forked over to this guy?" but most of you probably wouldn't even get it. It's 2011 and if you wanted to play a video game you would line up outside of Gamestop for twelve hours, not put quarters in a machine. That's just ridiculous. But anywho, Pac-Man makes me wish going to the arcade was still the thing to do. It just gives off such an 80's/early 90's vibe that is nostalgic as it can get. It wasn't as difficult to play as Paper Boy (thank God) but it was addictive enough to make us want to dump quarters into it, and getting all those dots eaten up was challenge enough to keep us stuck there.
Winnie The Pooh
Ok, before you guys think I'm going soft with this one (as if Pikachu didn't already do that) hear me out. Growing up I had a stuffed Pooh bear that I would not let out of my sight. At this point, he's quite weathered. Nose mostly chewed off, shirt lost somewhere in my old home. But the point here is that Pooh is so endearing that I couldn't help mentioning him. I would love to be his Christopher Robin, helping him with his problems and frolicking (this is getting bad) throughout the Hundred Acre wood with him and the whole gang. Say what you will, but Winnie The Pooh holds a special place in my heart, and if you guys are honest with yourselves, you would probably agree.