I don't know if anyone who didn't grow up with Sailor Moon (through their childhood or teen years) can ever really understand the allure of this series, its characters, and its story or feel an impact from all of it. Most of the people I know who are fans fell in love with the series first through the anime (which aired in Japan from 1992-1997 and then very haphazardly in the United States from 1995-2000) and then later discovered the original manga series once the internet came into their homes. I'm no different: I probably would never have found out about the manga if I hadn't been browsing Sailor Moon fan sites in 2000 and come across the information (and the "pretty art" from the manga).

To an outsider, Sailor Moon probably seems a bit laughable: fourteen-year old Usagi Tsukino (or maybe, if you're like me, you know her more by her American dubbed name "Serena") is a failing middle-school student who one day comes across a bullied black cat with a bandage over its forehead. When Usagi peels back the bandage, she uncovers a golden crescent moon upon the cat's forehead. This meeting proves to be an unknown catalyst in Usagi's life because soon she will uncover her destiny of fighting evil alongside other girls who share the same destiny...all the while wearing short-skirted sailor suits as their uniforms. (Oh, and there's also a tuxedo-wearing ally who uses roses against his enemies!)

But there's a charm to it all so long as you don't take it so seriously. Sure, rereading the manga (now that it's being rereleased for a new generation of fans to adore) may make me want to deconstruct everything, pick apart the plot, and try to mash it into the logic of my "more mature" brain...but then I would be tainting the memories of the series and characters I have loved since childhood. I don't want to ruin it for myself, so I won't try to force it to fit into my current storytelling standards. I'll just let it be and hope, hope, hope that girls continue to find and love this series. May it empower them.