I have to apologize to all of you for PH’s ridiculous April Fool’s prank.
It is completely silly to suggest that I would devote my time and resources to Pinkie Pie, a raging extrovert and stupid to boot.
If I were a Brony (female bronies are apparently called Pegasisters, which sounds beyond stupid, so I vote for “Honies” instead) I would obviously revere a more introverted, book loving animated equine.
Or one with an affinity for animals.
Seriously, though, what is it with the Brony movement?
It fascinates me. I’ve seen a couple of episodes of the show and was actually put off by the anime-style, over-the-top silliness.
At the same time, I sort of wish I was a… Hony.
I loved My Little Pony as a kid, although I was more about the toys than the saccharine tv show (I was more of a Rainbow Bright, He Man kind of kid). I distinctly remember getting a new My Little Pony when I was a kid, one with translucent fluttery wings and long legs, only to lose it on a trip to an audition down town. I was heartbroken. My mother bought me another with teeth you could brush to make up for it.
And the new generation are still very cute, even if I find their PowerPuff Girl style to be somewhat annoying.
Furthermore, as far as I can gather, the Brony movement appears to be sincere, which baffles me.
In a world that embraces irony, full of hipsters and Robot Chicken episodes, Bronies appear to be positive, non-defensive people who respond to criticism with pictures of cute, girly animated animals and… I approve.
Furthermore, the Brony movement reveals a whole section of men who aren’t afraid of celebrating the feminine, and I approve of that, too.
The sad thing is, I’m not sure I could.
I’m not sure I could enjoy something cute and oh-so-honest without irony. I don’t think I could ever say shittarded names like “Twilight Sparkle” and “Rainbow Dash” without a shudder.
I’m not sure I could enjoy something so very girly when I have always rejected all things girly.
Wouldn’t it be hilarious if PH’s April Fools post ended up turning me onto My Little Pony? Wouldn’t he just, like, regret it FOREVER?
Because while PH has no problem with celebrating the feminine, his cynical, atheistic soul could probably never be able to enjoy something so disgustingly cute. Hell, I don’t even know if I could do it.
But just to punish him, I’m going to try.
I pulled it up on Netflix tonight. I watched the first episode. So far it seems to be about a studious introvert who is constantly attacked by extroverts trying to be friends with her/throw parties for her, thus preventing her from saving the world.
This is going to be a hard slog.