The first time I saw Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers (MMPR) was in 2nd grade; I was 9 and my mom worked longer than school hours so I got the liberty of attending before and after school care. Mighty Morphin’ Power Rangers was brand new and they played it every day after school on Fox. From the first episode, I was transfixed. I wanted nothing more than to be a Power Ranger, specifically the Pink Ranger. I had daydreams about Kimberly being my big sister and she would one day pass down the role to me. I had night terrors about Rita Replusa and her creations that would wake me from fitful sleeps. I ate, drank and slept Power Rangers.
Then middle school came around and it was harder and harder to find time to watch MMPR with my school work, band practice and cheerleading. At this time I also started to become a little boy crazy so not much else mattered to me other than spending time with my best girl friends chattering away about which boy we were going to eventually marry. Whether it be the cute next door neighbor or Lance from ‘N Sync. (Yes, I know he’s gay, thank you). Eventually I lost touch with Power Rangers all together and started to become more interested in music and MTV.
That’s when high school started; (and when my mother will tell you I stopped being “an angel”). I wanted nothing more than to listen to Nine Inch Nails, Slipknot and Cold. I begged my mother for JNCOs and trips to Hot Topic for the latest shade of self-loathing fashion. It was around this time that I met a certain boy who had a serious love for New York, superheroes and yup, you guessed it, Power Rangers. But instead of embracing this and also expressing my interest in the show, I condemned it. I tried to change him; to make him less “weird.” (Though I was pretty strange myself at the time).
It wasn’t until my oldest daughter found Power Rangers on Netflix that I decided to sit down and watch it with her; to sit and revel in the joy that spread across her face watching it for the first time. The same joy I had nearly two decades prior. So here I am, letting my geek flag fly; still living off the high of my first Comic Con, obsessing over which character I’m going to cosplay as next year; buying my kids Batman shirts and Power Rangers swag, letting my oldest participate in karate lessons in order to one day become a Power Ranger herself. And I’m writing for this blog with the perfect name, BigDamnGeeks.