Truly outrageous

All right, let me just get this right out of the way: the ‘90s had the best kids shows ever. Hands down. No contest. I mean, yeah, the ‘80s had its moments, but nothing will ever beat the sheer, unadulterated joy that was Legends of the Hidden Temple. Case closed.

That being said, the ‘80s are a close second, if only because kids shows were awesomely gay back then. And I don’t just mean in the whole ThunderCats/He-Man muscle-men-in-thongs sort of way. I mean full-on camp. This is the decade that brought us Rainbow Brite, My Little Pony (but not the kickass 2010 version) and best of all, Jem and the Holograms. For the uninitiated, Jem was basically Gaga before Gaga: her magical earrings turned her and her friends into rockstars, and her rival basically amounted to a trashy rip-off (modern-day equivalent would be Ke$ha with shades of Avril Lavigne).

And if you needed any further evidence of the massive gay following of the show, the above is an actual ad. On a kids network. It comes from the guy with the super-gay voice who did those honey badger videos, and I think this proves without a shadow of a doubt that even children with no concept of human sexuality are watching this show thinking, “This show is gayer than a rainbow unicorn, and I love it.” No offence to Glee, but this is the only show about singing gays that kids should be watching.

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