I don’t know how I missed this. It certainly explains a lot of my interest in the Blue Ranger. At five, I was all, “Fuck Jason, fuck Tommy, yeah, they’re strong and shit but what? They’re stupid.” I even loved him when he ceased being a ranger and could not become the gold ranger and instead became their trusted adviser. I remember years later thinking that was because he was a nerd, and I’d become a kind of nerd, a poetry nerd, but I wasn’t a nerd at five. I was butch as hell in my elementary school days. My fifth grade yearbook photo is the most masculine picture of myself I have. I’m wearing a fucking jersey.