I know exactly why I love dinosaurs. I, like everyone else born in or after 1982, grew up watching the Land Before Time movies. The first one was my favorite growing up, and I loved when my mom would let me get it from the video store. Like with Golden Girls, Sex and the City, or the judging panel on America’s Next Top Model, there’s a character that everyone can identify with. Are you the sexaholic fifty-something? Congratulations, you’re Blanche (or Samantha)! Are you a hilarious midget? Why, hello Sophia! Are you batshit insane with an affinity for wearing wigs that may or may not be flattering? Looks like you’re a member of Team Tyra. Or Team J. Alexander. You get to choose, you switch hitter, you!
In the Land Before Time, there are five main characters: Littlefoot, earnest, intelligent, he’s the Carrie of the gang; Ducky, the “innocent,” naive, Rose type; Petrie, afraid of lots of things, like Rose in the episode where she had to fly to the Bahamas to give a eulogy; Spike, mute and hungry, is the Sloth of the Land Before Time (no one from any of those shows is ever mute); then there’s Cera. Cera is snobby, rude, full of herself, kind of a bitch, and a total racist. And she has my name! Obviously I was a really big fan. I never play with longnecks either.
