Thomas Ciuffreda
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Thomas Ciuffreda
This Is About Biased Critics And Passion
I’ve made no secrets about what my passions are.
The Cult Of Cute And Its Impact On Anime
It is truly amazing how ubiquitous Kaiwaisa is; it has permeated every aspect and level of Japanese society.
Adults Shouldn’t Be Embarrassed Of Liking Kid’s Books Or Cartoons
I’m as “literary” as you can get.
Religious Education Reform Is Something That’s Been Bothering Me For Some Time
I came to learn that the Church had a very long, very rich history.
My Tolerance Has Reached Its Limit
Is what he did so wrong, so lacking in common sense, so evil, that he should be forced to resign?
How I Learned To Stay In Love With My Childhood Without Becoming An Immature Jerk
One of the biggest stereotypes of our generation propagated by older people is that we are immature and lazy.
Is The Marvel Cinematic Universe The Greatest Film Franchise Ever?
Now, the Marvel film franchise, how is it different?
5 Fantasy Series That Deserve To Be Made Into Films
Harry Potter is something no one saw coming.
Is TV Tropes The Best Guide To Writing Of Our Time?
It is also a really awesome watercooler where Tropers can discuss storytelling amongst themselves; I’ve learned a lot just by following several forum discussions.
Anyone Can Be An Otaku: A Short Intro To Anime
Anime, unlike My Little Pony or other kid’s entertainment, is undisputedly for everyone.
No One Should Be Bullied For Being A Brony. No One Should Be Bullied For What They Enjoy.
Any brony worth his or her salt will tell you that one of the show’s biggest draws is the amazing amount of references packed into every episode, to other cartoons, pop culture and mythology.
Cars Are Symbols Of Consumerism And Status
I have no car and I must scream.
I Hate The Word “Retard”
Can you spot the difference?
Surviving The Dementor’s Kiss: My Personal Struggle With Depression
You’re no Tolkien, or Ray Bradbury or Neil Gaiman, so why bother?
Obesity: Following In The Footsteps Of My Father Towards the Grave
I’ll never forget the night my dad died. All I have to is close my eyes and I can recall every detail and emotion: the shock, the fear, the despair.
Bound in a Nutshell: Living With Social Anxiety Disorder
One of my earliest childhood memories was when I was five. I was brought one day to see a child psychiatrist. Oh, don’t worry, I wasn’t much of a “problem child”.