Bart Simpson is, by rights, 36 years old -- older than Marge, his Mother, when the show started. Think on that.
Then let your world flip topsy turvy upside down when I tell you that Valentine's day was Ken from Street Fighter's birthday. Meaning that, three days ago, he turned 50 years old. Such is the terrifying unstoppable flow of time. Bloody hell.
When Street Fighter II first came out in arcades Ken was just a baby. 25 years old, just about to turn 26. He liked cooking pasta and he disliked soap operas. He led a simple life: he wore red pajama pants and kicked people in the face for a living. Who could have known that 25 years later he would still be wearing pajama pants, kicking people in the face for a living.
Ken, you look like you haven't aged a day. What's your secret?
I remember when Street Fighter II came out on the SNES. I remember how obsessed my friends and I were, scouring instruction manuals for details. I remember looking at Ken's age back then: whoa... he's 25 years old? What will I be like when I'm 25? For all I knew I would be wearing red pajama pants and kicking people in the face for a living.
It's really weird to think how quickly time passes. Ken will always be 25 years old really. These characters exist like preserved pickles in order to remind you of how goddamn old you're becoming. I'm eight years older than Ken was when Street Fighter II came out. To this day I have never worn red pajama pants. I should really rectify that.
Happy birthday fictional character. Happy birthday.