“Sailor Moon is not a good show,” I said to my partner some weeks back. “I mean — I don’t know if it’s a good show. I haven’t seen it since I was sixteen. I have no idea if it holds up.” “That’s fine,” she said. “No, listen. It’s badly animated, and formulaic, and so melodramatic. We don’t have to watch it.” “When have I ever been picky?” she said. She’d known for years that…