depression is when you don’t really care about anything
anxiety is when you care too much about everything
and having both is just like whatHaving both is staying in bed because you don’t want to go to school and then panicking because you don’t want to fail. Having both is wanting to go see your friends so you don’t lose them all, then staying home in bed because you don’t want to make the effort. Having both is insanely hard and sucks to deal with.
Why should I pick you?:
Why do you even want to date me?:
DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!
I’M PROUDLY TAKEN
But it’s still fun to reblog these!
breaking news: white cis boy drinks a can of monster energy drink, more at 11
breaking news: tumblr feminists continue to make jokes about cis white guys which in turn make them look exactly like the idea of man hating feminists that I thought we were trying to break away from
breaking news: I am a cis white boy and I was talking about myself, sit down child.
Oh man oh man.
So first of all, anon, I want to commend you on your dedication. I literally just turned anon on last night after the pedophile anon I dealt with a couple of weeks ago, and according to my GMail notifications, you sent this ask at 6:37 a.m. EST. That’s pretty impressive. Kudos.
Second of all, and as a point of clarification: I have never watched the brony documentary, and I never will. I’m not into supporting things that sugarcoat a disgusting subculture (which I’ll get to in a minute), and I find the entire thing hypocritical and extremely… false. When it’s paired alongside a documentary—a praised documentary—about how awesome women are for loving something that’s traditionally geared towards men (how about video games and sci fi, for starters?), then maybe I’ll give it a glance, but considering that the brony subculture is one that is very happy to loudly exclude and push women away, I’m not holding my breath.
So now. Let’s talk about why that post (for those following at home, this post) is hilarious out of context, and I’ll even use My Little Pony gifs to help explain my position. Just for you, anon.
As a point of clarification, I think My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is a fantastic show. It teaches lessons that more kids (and, to be quite frank, fans of the show) need to learn. It has a main cast of not one but six girls, which is unbelievably rare in this day and age. It’s funny and heartwarming, the music is frequently adorable and entertaining, and it makes perfect sense that people of all ages and genders enjoy it. It’s an enjoyable show!
But, and here’s the important part, there’s a HUGE (dare I say, GARGANTUAN) difference between someone saying, “Wow, I really like this My Little Pony show!” and someone saying, “I’m a brony.”
Let me explain.
You see, anon, in the English language, words have connotations. If, for example, I say, “I’m a redneck,” you’re going to assume certain things about me—that I probably really love the second amendment, that I’ve got some high level of fondness for a more rural/backwoods culture, probably that I’ve got some really conservative political views. All or none of those things may be true of me, but the fact remains that I chose a word to describe myself that carries with it those specific connotations—connotations that I, as a speaker of English and an understander of American culture, should know about and shouldn’t be surprised when people assume them of me because I’ve said “I’m a redneck.”
In the same vein, saying “I’m a brony” carries with it certain connotations, and very few of them are pleasant… and what’s worse, most of those connotations are consistently provable as true.
I’m not talking about the connotations of bronies wanting to fuck underaged cartoon ponies (which is fucked up in and of itself) or spending all of their time clopping. Nobody actually cares about that. You do you.
I’m also not talking about the connotation of being a grown man who really enjoys a show that’s geared towards young girls. As I said before, this show is a great show. I’d be surprised if people weren’t really into it. And legitimately nobody is upset that a bunch of adult men really like a show that’s geared towards young girls.
And frankly, if we were talking about the brony culture of ~3-4 years ago, that’s all we’d be talking about.
But the culture has morphed, and the word “brony” no longer has the connotations it had back then. It doesn’t just mean that you’re an adult who likes this show. It’s turned into something far grosser.
A couple of weeks ago, I did an experiment, to sate my own curiosity and because I was kind of sick of people talking about how brony culture is completely harmless and okay. I’m not going to replicate the results here (you can read about them here and here), but suffice it to say that even leaving off the gross misogyny, homophobia, rape apologetics, and general nastiness of the brony community, I’d still find the community disgusting for the sole reason that they don’t bother to hide their porn and, because of that, have literally made it so that the show’s target audience can’t really participate in the fandom without being exposed to things that no child should be exposed to.
And that’s just scratching the surface.
I’m not going to get into a discussion about the entitlement of bronies, how they seem to think that because they like this thing that it should somehow belong to them and only them, even though they basically stole it from little girls.
I’m not going to get into a discussion about the pervasiveness of rape culture in their community.
I’m not going to get into the enormous overlap between bronies and entitled Nice Guys.
I’m not going to get into the culture’s inherent homophobia, where it’s perfectly okay to post porn of a pair of anthropomorphized ponies lezzing it up for the male gaze, but any sort of m/m is automatically deleted.
I’m not going to get into the culture’s tendency towards racism (with the constant question any time a pony is humanized and depicted as anything but white being, “but why is she [non-white]?”).
But it’s all there for you to see, and these are all connotations that the word “brony” carries. When you identify yourself as a brony, especially nowadays, you need to accept that these connotations will be assumed of you and, if you don’t want them to be assumed of you, you need to not just say “but I’m not like that!” but actually do what you can to change the culture itself and demonstrate with your actions that you’re not like that.
So. With that in mind, let’s talk about bronies “coming out of the closet” and how stupid that is.
First of all, it’s a gross appropriation of a term that applies—and should apply—to the LGBT* community. None of us chose to be the way we are; none of us woke up in the morning and decided, hey, I’d like to be part of a group that’s marginalized and abused in the best of present circumstances and jailed and murdered in the worst of present circumstances. If you think that the opposite is true, that’s a whole ‘nother discussion that I’m not going to have beyond saying: science says “fuck you.”
But the thing with bronies is that they’re not admitting to something that’s out of their control and, what’s worse (and secondly), they’re using a term that has such gross connotations that they should expect a lot of backlash when they reveal that they’re part of that particular subculture. They’re choosing to use a term that doesn’t just say “I’m a fan of this television show” (which, as I’ve said before, is fine and wonderful. I’m a fan of this television show) but that says, “I find myself sexually aroused by the characters in this show, and I don’t think that this show belongs to its target demographic but rather to me, the misogynistic dudebro who enjoys it.”
And that, anon, is why that post is funny out of context, because to be frank, if my future 13-year-old son ever came to me and admitted to something along those lines (that he was part of an internet subculture that I knew behaved in really gross ways and had essentially destroyed what should’ve been a safe space for actual children), I’d be pretty disappointed, too. Disappointed in my son and disappointed in myself, for somehow failing to raise him better than that.
As to your last jab, that I’m going to be a mother.
That’s 99% of why I have a problem with brony culture.
Take a trip with me, anon, to the future (after all, it’s nearly 2015!).
Not a future of hoverboards and flying cars, but about five years from now, when my son (and probable other kids… there’s going to be an infant in there somewhere, and the house [I’m totally going to have a house] will be a mess, but a different kind of mess… a mess of toys and also cereal) is about five years old.
This son of mine (Sammy, for those playing along at home) loves My Little Pony. He thinks that it’s the best show on TV. Sure, he may have a stronger fondness for the villains of the show (after all, look at who his father is… and related, Kyle’s love for Discord and Chrysalis knows no bounds), but he just loves the show in general. Assuming I have a daughter by then (for the sake of argument, her name is Evie and she mostly likes Apple Jack because Apple Jack is orange and orange is her favorite color), she also loves the show in general. We all love the show.
But here’s what happens.
They come and sit on my lap so that we can Google pictures of ponies… but when I do that—with Safe Search on, mind you!—disturbing and pornographic images pop up on the screen before I can navigate away, leaving my kids—we’ll say that Evie is 3 at the time, so they’re 3 and 5—to ask questions that they shouldn’t have a reason to ask yet.
They want me to read them stories about the ponies, but half the time I search for those stories, all I can find is porn, porn, porn.
They want to participate in the fandom for something that they love, but it’s a fandom that’s been taken over by really, reallygross people who perpetuate really, really gross ideas and have made it abundantly clear that while my son might be welcome to join them in a few years (assuming that he’s not a Dreaded Feminist or gay), my daughter is not and will never be welcome.
In other words, if this five years from now scenario plays out as it would play out today, my children would miss out on a LOT about something they love because that space has been taken over by a bunch of grown men who seem to think that it should belong to them (all while these same grown men throw tantrums whenever women and girls demand equal representation in other media).
So yeah. I’m going to be a mother. And that’s why I say, with utmost sincerity: fuck bronies.
well, i don’t know the girl in the “don’t support fag marriages” picture, but i did come across this:
and i feel really bad that she’s getting so much hate for a simple misunderstanding. i’m not tumblr famous or anything, so this probably won’t go too well, but i’m trying to get the word out because i feel bad for this girl. thanks
Signal boost the fuck out of this, someone who didn’t do anything wrong doesn’t deserve hate.