Back when was a child, cartoons didn’t care to label the sexuality of animated characters — there was no need. can’t say gave a hoot about whether or not Yosemite Sam or Elmer Fudd dreamt of blowing more things than just Bugs Bunny’s head off.

Today’s cartoons are different though.

A new Scooby-Doo movie is undoing a lifetime of childhood memories for me by feeling the need to reveal Velma as a lesbian.

I guess the signs were always there, but I used to crush over that sexy tomboy brown hair and adorable freckled face; not to mention her pant-dropping wardrobe consisting of an innocent oversized Sweater, cute little red skirt and knee-high socks.

And those glasses … Oh. My. Lord. Don’t even get me started on those glasses.

Now, as sit here wiping off my laptop, I’m reminiscing over those times crushed over Velma, nearly 30 years ago, and have to wonder whether or not I’m gay.

If Velma secretly dreamt about cleaning carpets, and grew up dreaming about Velma vehemently screaming, “oh, jinkies!” in my ear … what does this say about me?

If you have any life advice you can offer me, please catchup with me at an event Sometime soon.