My cousins and I grew up with Shogun Warriors. Great fighting robots of ancient lore. Mighty bold warriors. Armed with battle axes and swords, they would rush into battle. What can I say? We were boys. My Shogun Warrior was Dragoon, the giant red robot.
As you can see from the picture, my daughter plays with him now. Gone are the days of mighty conflict. Forgotten are the glorious quests. Today, he dresses in lace, plays school and tea parties. My daughter drags him everywhere.
On the other hand, he has a new generation of playing, instead of sitting alone in a box. That was the message of Pixar's Toy Story, wasn't it? That a toy is only happy when someone is playing with it.
But... White lace?
How the Mighty have fallen.
