Why do I always feel guilty playing Pokémon? Why do I always dismiss it in conversation when, really, I enjoy it more than most games I’m playing? Is it because I feel ashamed of playing a game that is most like a fairy tale? Pokémon traffics in playfulness and naked anticipation. It may remind me of being a child, but it feels really close to feeling childish. As a card-carrying member of the games-are-art brigade, who’s willing to verbally box anybody who dismisses games as playthings, I have a tinge of shame at playing something that’s meant to comfort instead of confront.
From Review: Pokemon Black and White by Filipe Salgado