Imagine thinking this looks ugly, like everyone who says that "it's just modern anime that is trash":
Rest in Peace, Futoshi Nishiya, legendary character designer and animation director. I will most definitely miss his touch in whatever the brilliant Naoko Yamada brings us next.
Like I said, I feel there is a difference between a character with a sexy design and, like, Master of Ragnarok, the show where the main character buys an eleven year old girl as his slave and everyone is okay with this.
This I get and agree with, but I find it hard to take it as an argument made in good faith, considering this is the first time I'm hearing about this Master of Ragnarok, it has low ratings on Crunchyroll, with 1/5 being the most common score, and on MyAnimeList, with the featured reviews that appeared to me being scored 2, 1, 1 and 1, out of 10.
It's also apparently a 2018 anime, same year as the following:
Megalo Box (which is about to get a second season this year, can't wait!)
Liz and the Blue Bird (also directed by Naoko Yamada with character design from Futoshi Nishiya)
Mirai (personally didn't love this one, but it's still beautiful to look at and Hosoda means it's a must watch)
Maquia (with art from Akihiko Yoshida, and Mari Okada's directorial debut. A lot of people don't like her work as a writer, so this one I realize may be more divisive)
And I Want to Eat Your Pancreas (which doesn't look as impressive as the others, but looks fine enough)
You see what I mean? Why is it in an year like 2018, the anime brought up as the high standard for "modern anime" to be put up against an all time classic like Cowboy Bebop is fucking Master of Ragnarok? "All modern anime is trash as long as I ignore everything that isn't", I guess. You yourself fought against the idea of revisionist history acting like there wasn't a huge amount of trash back then too in this thread, but you kind of do the same here. If our point of comparison is Cowboy Bebop, we should at the very least try to choose works we believe will stand the test of time, instead of forgotten before the season ends.