The reason why I hate writing: When I become truly inspired to write, my brain explodes with ideas, almost like avenues. Sprouting off into a million different directions, a million miles an hour. And I should jot things down, but I don’t.
Tonight, I have been inspired to write. My brain is on fire and I can barely keep it all straight. But I’m going to try.
Tonight, I am 17 minutes into the LOGO documentary about Bronies and I paused it to share some of my avenues.
For those who don’t know, “Bronies” are mostly male fans of the My Little Pony television program. Yes, those “My Little Ponies.” Yes, from when we were little girls. Yes. Ah, you get it. Ponies but with a B instead for boy. I guess. I don’t know. I’m only 17 minutes into it.
I had first heard about “bronies” a year or so ago. A girl at work was telling me that her friend worked a booth at NY Comic-Con who were selling Brony shirts. And they sold out.
Yup, they’re creeps. Weirdos. Perverts. Guys get off on the weirdest thing. Ew.
But 17 minutes into this documentary, I’m sold. Hook. Line. And Brony sinker.
Right off the bat….yes, these kids are….different. But not bad different. Just shy in a spectrumy kind of way. I don’t care about that.
It looks like they are having fun, hanging out with a bunch of people who love the exact same thing as they do. Talk the same language. Share stories. Make memories. Friends. Maybe even more.
Then they start talking about the cartoon program. I honestly cannot say I’ve seen one episode of this new cartoon. But after hearing them talk about it, I’m certainly going to give it a try. Check to see if it’s on Neflix.
You know why? Because these fans, just fans now, not bronies….love this show. To them, it’s uplifting. Makes them feel good. Makes them feel like being a good person. Makes them feel like being a loyal honest trustworthy friend.
And why is that bad, exactly?
In the first minutes of the movie, one of the young men told the camera that when the ponies smiled on the screen, it made him smile back at them.
And I was instantly creeped out.
But then I realized….the bronies…those fans…that’s me…and the Disney fans. Their “Bronycon” is a smaller grittier version of the very humongous super glitzy D23 Expo.
Literally every conversation I have with my niece when she visits me.
You know, the Disney D23 Expo…where Disney fans like myself can mingle with other over the top fans and wait in line for hours just to see Alan Menken and Richard Sherman perform on stage, or to see a clip of the new Pixar movie before anyone else, or even to dress up like our favorite characters. All together.
Crap. Do you see where I’m going with this? People judge me all the time with my obsession with Disney. Look, isn’t it better I be obsessed with Disney rather than heroin? Sure. But I think Disney is palpable to people (barely) because Disney is so mainstream and they are kinda kick ass.
But Bronies turn us way hella off, because it’s weird. And we don’t understand it. And we have preconceived notions about who they are, when we really haven’t even met them yet, nor have we talked to them or try to understand what it is they love about it so much.
It makes them smile. Makes them want to be a good person. To be a trustworthy friend.
That’s us too, in Disney land. (Not to be confused with Disneyland.)
We see a price sticker over the face of Mike on a container of Monsters University sugar cookies…and we laugh. Right out-loud in the grocery store. And then we post the picture on Facebook for our other Disney friends who will totally get the reference. And they do.
Smiling. Laughing. Sharing something fun with your friends.
So, I owe a huge apology to Bronies. I judged you. I profiled you. I looked down on you. Do I totally get it? No, but neither do all the non-Disney folk who have no idea why I love going to Walt Disney World every year.
To recap: I went from “That is disgusting. Those guys are perverts. Ick. I can just imagine what they do behind closed doors while they are doing whatever they do with those ponies. I will never understand it no matter what. Abomination.”
And then my brain took a sharp left onto Electric Avenue, and I thought:
Wait, “That is disgusting. Those guys are perverts. Ick. I can just imagine what they do behind closed doors while they are doing whatever they do with those ponies. I will never understand it no matter what. Abomination,” is EXACTLY what conservative “marriage traditionalists” / homophobes must think about gays.
You see, I regularly have mind-changing experiences. I think that’s why I’m a Democrat. I’m open minded. Even when I think I’m closed minded, my mind is actually open, like a sponge, sucking it on all this new important information I should take into consideration when I’m forming an unbiased opinion.
I’m going to boil this down real nice so that even a dummy can understand it. Yes, I’m using my initial disgust for Bronies, but then learned about Bronies and didn’t think they were so weird after all as an example of how I wish conservative republicans would get over their never-ending disgust for gays and desire to marry and touch one another. Good lord.
Ok, fine. You can think it’s disgusting and weird, but hey, I’m a woman so I understand why men love other men’s penises. I don’t have a problem with that logic.
Apparently, most of the GOP do not get why anyone besides a married woman would touch at a penis. And she can only touch it with her vagina. Never her hand or her mouth. Lord have mercy. Amen.
To quote the phenomenal 90’s girl group, En Vogue: “Free your mind, and the rest will follow.”
I also wish they would sit down with the very real poor people they have dubbed as “moochers.” Welfare collectors. Food stamp user. Anyone they constantly complain about.
Go meet them. They have names. Personalities. Experiences. Just like you and me. They have shitty luck. Or they have made bad decisions. Or both, for crissakes. Don’t punish them. Let’s try to help them. With healthcare, and rehab, and affordable housing, and classes that teach them basic office skills. Help them be the better members of society we want them to be.
BUT I also can’t help but think: Who really cares about moochers? I honestly don’t. More power to them. I’m jealous of them. Good for you. This working thing suuuuucks.
I don’t lose sleep over it. That’s THEIR life. You have YOUR life. I have MINE. (God help me!)
Moral of the story (in a very roundabout way): Don’t judge a person until you REALLY get to know them. Even if you have already judged them, without any knowledge of who they are, you have the freedom to change your mind.
And even if you can’t get past your differences, can you at least realize that moochers gonna mooch? Things ain’t gonna change. Gays can’t be converted. They are out and they are proud. I’m not sure if you heard.
All that’s missing is some mouse ears and light sabers.
19 minutes in: Bronies in the military. No joke, you guys. There are bronies in the military just like there are gays in the military.