Before we go to bed, Nick and I sometimes watch YouTube videos together.
Lately we've been watching a series called "cringe compilation" which features a lot of weird and awkward stuff.
I am horrified by the videos of a full grown man wearing a diaper and acting like a baby. The fact that he is being filmed by another adult male who talks to him from behind the camera is also super creepy.
I am incensed by the sweaty, awkward, overweight guys who whine about not having hot girlfriends.
It's not that they're sweaty, awkward or overweight (many of us were one or more of these things as teenagers) it's the fact that they feel entitled to an outwardly perfect girlfriend.
Intelligence and personality have nothing to do with it. She must be hot.
What do they have to offer to any girl, hot or otherwise? I'm at a loss.
If you asked them I'm sure they would tell you it's because they're nice guys.
There are a host of videos with young people who are obsessed with all things Japanese and using the word "sugoi."
There are videos of people who think Africa is a country.
There are videos of teens trying to bear witness for Christ in ways that give me a sever case of secondary embarrassment.
But of all these awkward, weird and cringe inducing displays none takes a more devastating toll on Nick's psyche than those involving "Bronies."
After sitting through several videos of boys and grown men professing their love for the My Little Pony franchise, Nick has become agitated and will often cry out,"What am I missing?"
He seems unsettled that a cartoon originally geared toward little girls could drive adult males to pin rainbow colored tails to their pants, collect plastic figurines and cry over the imaginary adventures of a character named "Pinky Pie."
Growing up in the 80s, I had several My Little Pony toys.
The first one I received was purple and green and named Seashell. She was cast in a sitting down position which was really frustrating because it was impossible for her go trotting out into battle whenever She-ra needed backup in the vicious war against Ken and the Pound Puppies.
Anyway, I'm not a fan of gendered toys and think its fine for boys to play with dolls.
What bothers me is that, in some cases, there seems to be a weird, almost sexual aspect to some Brony fandom. It seems more like a fetish than a hobby.
Should full grown men be getting this caught up over children's cartoons?
Is there something below the surface that might make them a danger to others?
It's hard to say a definite "yes" but it still feels like something is off.
That's my take on it anyway.
I'm not sure if any of this will comfort Nick.
He seems to view the phenomenon as holding some undecipherable universal truth hiding in plain site.
Lately we've been watching a series called "cringe compilation" which features a lot of weird and awkward stuff.
I am horrified by the videos of a full grown man wearing a diaper and acting like a baby. The fact that he is being filmed by another adult male who talks to him from behind the camera is also super creepy.
I am incensed by the sweaty, awkward, overweight guys who whine about not having hot girlfriends.
It's not that they're sweaty, awkward or overweight (many of us were one or more of these things as teenagers) it's the fact that they feel entitled to an outwardly perfect girlfriend.
Intelligence and personality have nothing to do with it. She must be hot.
What do they have to offer to any girl, hot or otherwise? I'm at a loss.
If you asked them I'm sure they would tell you it's because they're nice guys.
There are a host of videos with young people who are obsessed with all things Japanese and using the word "sugoi."
There are videos of people who think Africa is a country.
There are videos of teens trying to bear witness for Christ in ways that give me a sever case of secondary embarrassment.
But of all these awkward, weird and cringe inducing displays none takes a more devastating toll on Nick's psyche than those involving "Bronies."
After sitting through several videos of boys and grown men professing their love for the My Little Pony franchise, Nick has become agitated and will often cry out,"What am I missing?"
He seems unsettled that a cartoon originally geared toward little girls could drive adult males to pin rainbow colored tails to their pants, collect plastic figurines and cry over the imaginary adventures of a character named "Pinky Pie."
Growing up in the 80s, I had several My Little Pony toys.
The first one I received was purple and green and named Seashell. She was cast in a sitting down position which was really frustrating because it was impossible for her go trotting out into battle whenever She-ra needed backup in the vicious war against Ken and the Pound Puppies.
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| My Little Pony: Sedentary Edition |
Anyway, I'm not a fan of gendered toys and think its fine for boys to play with dolls.
What bothers me is that, in some cases, there seems to be a weird, almost sexual aspect to some Brony fandom. It seems more like a fetish than a hobby.
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| Move Along. Nothing to See Here. |
Should full grown men be getting this caught up over children's cartoons?
Is there something below the surface that might make them a danger to others?
It's hard to say a definite "yes" but it still feels like something is off.
That's my take on it anyway.
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| So I told mom, "If they go, I go." |
I'm not sure if any of this will comfort Nick.
He seems to view the phenomenon as holding some undecipherable universal truth hiding in plain site.
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