Actually, last night I thought of something I hadn't thought of in years.
Jem and the Holograms.
I had every episode memorized. I had every doll and accessory ever produced. I had the car, the stage, the guitars, drums, etc. I even had Synergy, the giant computer that took up half of Jem's room. I had all of the Misfits and their crap too.
Here's where Thra
ude would get happy: My mom, for whatever reason, did not find Jem to be "girly" enough. She should have been happy, because while I was making her buy me Jem stuff, I wasn't making her buy me more Transformers. But Jem wasn't good enough for her. So she bought me all of the Barbie and the Rockers crap. Except that Jem could totally kick Barbie's ass without even trying. Which she did, in my room, every day. All of the Holograms kicked all of the Rockers' asses. The Misfits sometimes came and kicked all asses, including the Holograms'.
Does it make you happy that I orchestrated massive catfights on a daily basis?