I feel like people don’t talk about Ponyo’s father enough. That man was probably some introverted theology academic that got a little invested into Plato’s texts on Atlantis and created his own Atlantis-sona, and then met the literal anthropomorphism of the sea and decided. THIS, this hundred foot long goddess made from water is going to be my wife and I’m going to renounce my humanship and live in a coral palace filled with books, just to see her once a month and have hundreds of children with her while I proceed to dress like any character from an early Tim Burton film and name my child after a Norse figure. To be honest the man was kinda living the dream life, where’s my giant ocean girlfriend?














