Monday, March 17, 2014

Mothers ... don’t let your sons grow up to be bronies!

In this post: Bad decisions.

It’s still St. Patrick’s Day and I still don’t care.

In other news, there’s a story tonight on about a nine-year-old boy in North Carolina named Grayson who’s bullied at school for being a fan of the “My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic” animated TV show and carrying a Rainbow Dash lunch sack. He says kids are calling him bad names and shoving him around. School administrators told Grayson he won’t be allowed to bring his favorite lunch sack to school any more because it’s a bully magnet that’s causing physical altercations and class disruption.

Grayson’s mother, of course, says the school is using flawed logic. She’s decided to make a federal case out of this, campaigning for Grayson’s bullies to be punished and for permission for her precious snowflake to bring his Rainbow Dash crap to school for the rest of his life.

So what’s the problem here, you ask? For one thing, “My Little Pony” is a cartoon about sparkly unicorns that’s geared to SIX-YEAR-OLD GIRLS. Personally, I think Grayson’s mother should be trying to end her son’s descent into social suicide rather than plaster his story all over the news and make the situation WORSE, and poor Grayson needs to figure out that it’s okay to be a fan of something without over-sharing and making his lousy decisions fair game for public humiliation. Plus, if Grayson is already a “brony” at age nine this definitely is NOT going to end well.

For the record, a “brony” is a fan of “My Little Pony” that’s outside the target demographic (little girls) and usually refers to ADULT MEN, as pictured above. They have annual conventions, dress up in costume and write fanfiction softcore porn about strange relationships with pink horses.

I wrote a post last summer on this subject that included the following video compilation from BronyCon 2013. Forgive me if I sound a little negative here, but these clowns scare the crap out of EVERYBODY and then act like Rosa Parks whenever they’re oppressed or ridiculed. Of course you’re being ridiculed! LOOK AT YOURSELF, YOU STUPID WEIRDO!

I just got myself all wound up. I think I might need Vienna sausages, chocolate and a nap. Thank you for reading this.

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