My Tomagotchi is Trying to K*ll Me. Or, Embracing Adulthood
Welcome to Sensei Sensibility! You are the hungry mind yearning to learn about whether or not this article title is mere click-bait, or truly an eye-opening exposé on sentient, malevolent nineties toys; I am the (questionably) knowledgeable Sensei , more than happy to satiate your nerderous appetite. I'm an adult, but not like an "adult" adult: From Homer's Telemachus (that auld classics lad) to Homer Simpson's Squeaky Voiced Teen, there comes a time in all our lives when we must "put childish things away, and become a man!" However, according to a suggested Facebook post I recently saw (in your face extensive journalistic business research, this is as deep as we're going), 40% of North American toy sales now belong to the over 30s-with-no-children-but-heaps-of-disposable-income-to-indulge-in-nostalgia-purchases demographic. In essence, millennials. Just take a look around any Game Stop or attend any comic/nerd culture convention and you...