I loved He-Man but never She-Ra.

Voltron but never Thundercats.

Snorks but never, ever the whiny Smurfs.

Later I would wonder what drew me to those particular cartoons.  He-Man is obvious – why would I watch some lady run around when I could watch a shirtless man and his cat friend?  I mean, DUH.

Voltron had better animation and I liked the pink chick.  Thundercats had too much action and the weird combination of people merged with cat characteristics really freaked me out.

The Snorks were just more, I don’t know, edgy.   They constantly faced certain death when their little snorkel gill things got plugged up or tied in a knot.  The Smurfs just bickered and I guessed face some kind of danger by that wizard Gargamel – even though he sucked at magic.

Now, had I known the Smurfs were a comic?  I may have had more love for them.

The Savage Critic takes a look at a certain smurf storyline, King Smurf.  You gotta love any post that starts out  – “This is the story of the day the Smurfs became terrorists.”