Kuroshitsuji. Or how I learned to stop watching cartoons and get back on the bike
However Kuroshitsuji caused brain breakage to the point that I'm paddling to the surface, coming up for air, and saying, "Oh THERE is the world. What's it been up to?"
First of all, I am absolutely baffled by what the target audience for this show is supposed to be. It's about a demon butler and his 13-year-old master. So... teens, right? Maybe older teens.
And there's the requisite set of comic-relief characters who engage in various sight gags.
AND THEN! You get, out of NOWHERE, overt bestiality and S&M, as well as hints of pedophilia and necrophilia. There's human sacrifice and graphic nun-fucking. And no one's going to bat an eye at the cross-dressing death gods.
It makes Californication look vanilla; and makes Torchwood look like kiddie entertainment. The juxtaposition of childish with DIRTY BAD WRONG - it just takes my branez, stomps on it, and twists it into tiny little pieces.
I feel soiled. And so: off to ride my bike!