They say that “it’s what on the inside that counts”. Lord Zedd had absolutely no qualms whatsoever flaunting his muscle, connective, epithelial and nervous tissues. Like the young actors and actresses who owned impossible body types and sent untold youths on the cusp of puberty down a self-destructive road of steroids and stuffing their brasseries, Lord Zedd perpetuated an unhealthy obsession towards achieving a tapered, sinewy body amongst his fans: the nonagenarians and centenarians.
Women are crucified for breastfeeding their infants sans a bib. Madonna wears a provocative leotard, and everyone is all up in arms. Keep in mind that Lord Zedd, “Emperor of all I see”, was in fact a Caucasian man. He reverted to his human form after Zordon sacrificed himself: The latter had a ranger destroy his energy tube, in turn releasing the Z-Wave (not to be confused with zombie infection) and purging the universe of evil (I hope I got the storyline correct; I stopped watching after Kimberly Hart left in season three). Lord Zedd was not a monster or animal; this was not like seeing Donald Duck take a bath without his sailor shirt on. This was a grown man, who knowingly chose to walk around in his bikini and thong in a show that was aggressively targeted at children and late-bloomer teenagers. Oh the perversion! This is why today we have Crocs, and … asymmetric flash thong as swimwear.
And yet he was never chastised for it. I have two words for you: white privilege, and not the white-power-ranger kind (well maybe, we all know Jason Lee Scott was the rightful leader until a certain white ranger showed up with his mackerel sword).