Some people think the golden age of cartoons had to be in the late 70s or early 80s when you had such classics as Scooby Doo and Lonestar.
You remember Lonestar. He was that Native American sheriff on a western world somewhere in space that . . . actually that doesn't make a whole lot of sense, does it? If Lonestar was from another planet, he'd be a Native Something Else sheriff. And while I'm being nitpicky, that talking horse of his, I swear I can remember him shooting a space gun even though all he had was hooves. How do you shoot a space gun without fingers or opposable thumbs?
At least Scooby Doo made sense. Two boys and two girls who lived together in a van but weren't sexually attracted to each other and who traveled across the country with their talking dog solving basically the same crime over and over again and somehow the bad guy always said the same thing as the police took him away.
I have a friend who thinks cartoons from the late 70s and early 80s suck. But she grew up poor, which probably means her parents couldn't afford proper furniture, just folding chairs. Now it just stands to reason you can't watch cartoons sitting on a folding chair. It's impossible to lounge in a folding chair and cartoons can only be appreciated when you are lounging.
This supposed "friend" of mine maintains that most cartoons are a waste of time. She says, and I quote, "cartoons eat your brain." For her, the only proper thing to watch on television is a documentary or independent film.
What an idiot.
Folding chairs . . . eh.