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A word about bronies.






So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:

We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite ponies, and was overall just too damn cute. She had an MLP lanyard filled with pins she’d gotten in the vendor’s room, and gave me a Fluttershy pin because she liked my cosplay. She ended up just hanging out with us for a while and bein’ super cute. We call her Babby because she’s 11 and precious.

The next day, she runs up to the booth, terrified, and asks if she can please hide under our table for a few minutes. Turns out a dude had been following her around the con all day, and tried to get her to come up to his hotel room. Alone. She tells us she thought he was okay at first because he was wearing an MLP shirt, but she didn’t want to go anywhere with him, and he made her uneasy. At one point, after she’d refused, he grabbed her arm in the elevators and tried to get her to follow him. She ran, and now she wants somewhere to hide.

We tell her of course, hurry her behind our booth and fucking station ourselves around her because she’s eleven years old and all of us are prepared to physically attack the human trashheap who tries to fuck with her. We’re all dressed up in wings and ears and we’re 100000% prepared to rip them off and launch across that table to defend this kid. Eventually this very large dude strolls by, very obviously looking around, and she quietly points him out to us. At this point I’m ready to set him on fire, but when I ask if she needs me to go report him, she shakes her head. She doesn’t want to get in trouble, or make anyone mad.

We see him a few more times over the course of the day, because he keeps meandering over to our booth and just casually looking around. Eventually he actually stops to take a flier from our table and asks us a question, and we coldly send him on his way. We start sending a coworker with Babby whenever her parents aren’t around and she wants to go check out artist’s alley or the vendor’s hall. Because otherwise she’s not safe. She can’t run around and freely enjoy a convention about a show aimed at her, because instead of being surrounded by peers she’s somehow surrounded by men who pose a threat to her.

My point here: this is why I fucking hate “bronies.” Because grown-ass men are flooding into a space carved out for children—often little girls—and are making it unsafe for them.

I met a lot of non-awful people there, of course. I met a lot of parents and older siblings. A lot of adorable little boys who were happy to empathize with female characters, and a lot of little kids who wanted a picture with cosplays of their favorite pony. I met a lot of people who were cool and nice and just liked cartoons. I met a male Pinkie Pie cosplayer with a Fluttershy lady-friend who juggled and spun plates and was happy to entertain kids, and were generally just really cool people.

But I also met a lot of skeevy dudebros. A lot of guys in fedoras loudly discussing sexual shit in a room with children. Guys who drew/sold/displayed really fucking inappropriate “fanart,” including gross bodypillows that had no purpose in a little kids’ toy convention. I met a guy who gushed with absolute glee about the pleasure he derives from “corrupting innocence.” I met a lot of people who wanted to take something sweet and nice for children and make it about THEM. A lot of guys who wanted to make it about their dicks. People who made it UNSAFE for the intended audience to even be in attendance.

So yeah. If you call yourself a brony, I’m prolly not gonna trust you. Because I’ve seen y’all in action, and I am not impressed. Frankly I’m infuriated. This is like a bunch of gross neckbeards swarming Disneyland and shoving kids out of the way so they can grope Cinderella, and finding nothing wrong with it because they think they’re entitled to it.

My Little Pony is a really cute show with a lot of nice messages for kids, and gross brony shitweasels are trying to fucking take it from them by force. And I will fight them.

Whoa whoa whoa. Maybe I’m misreading this, but how on earth is this conversation about who gets to watch a TV show? If this dude was trying to take AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD GIRL TO HIS HOTEL ROOM BY FORCE then he needs to be pointed out to the police IMMEDIATELY.

This post is like saying, “Some dude tried to stab me in the face but the worst thing was that he was wearing my favorite band’s t-shirt.”

No, Jon, it’s saying “Some dude tried to stab me in the face. but the worst thing is that people will say ‘why was she even standing infront of him in the first place? He wouldn’t have stabbed her if she hadn’t be there’”. I have every reason to believe that little girl thought SHE would get in trouble. That she had just misunderstood. Or called a liar. Or told she was exaggerating. Or worst of all, for her, taken from the convention that she was so excited to be a part of. And that guy would have disappeared into a sea of guys that look and act just like him. “Why was a little girl even here? This is a place for dudes who like My Little Pony because we decided that”.

I raise an eyebrow at any group that started in 4chan (where the term Brony was coined). Some adults like MLP, myself included. It’s a fun show. But don’t call me a brony.

Bronies say the MLP card game, designed for children, isn’t hard enough. Take an illegal upload off of youtube, that’s worth rape and death threats. Bronies made adult theme fan art they won’t tag as NSFW on tumblr because they don’t care if kids or teens are exposed to THEIR interests. 

It’s a conversation about who get’s to feel safe in a convention and in a fandom. I am not surprised to hear this story. I am never surprised to hear these stories. 

I’m with Jon! Who gives a FLAMING RED FUCK what CONVENTION this happened at?? You have knowledge of someone TOUCHING and COERCING INTO A HOTEL ROOM an 11 year old girl and you DON’T CALL THE COPS? I don’t care of it’s the zoo or the bronies ball or your dad’s fucking funeral.  You [the original author] didn’t protect that cool little girl, you protected a pervert who is free to roam around looking for prey.  It doesn’t matter that the little girl didn’t want it reported.  She didn’t understand the situation, you did and you failed her epically.   I say shame on you, on behalf of every little girl who suffered when no one stood up for her, I say that for the little girls on whom that pervert is free to prey because you didn’t want the hassle.

If you have a separate conversation about someone making dick cartoons, go for it. That is a conversation I support and it’s worth having.  Guys used to come to and ask us for pictures of our feet. In a community of mostly high school aged girls, we looked out for each other and educated each other.  I have an idea, you have a problem with perverts at your conventions, why not CALL THE POLICE ON THEM so they know they aren’t safe to do their thing instead of bitching about it on tumblr. Stop making it a safe place for them immediately.

The second a crime is committed and your biggest action is a blog post: you are the bully, you are the pervert, you’re the villain,  and you’re the problem.  I mean, fuck.

Those parts I put in bold please read them a million times. . I re-read the OP three times and was like SO you never called the police. You just let the child hide under your table while you did literally nothing but stand around waiting for the guy to come by? You didn’t even ask to phone for her parents? Bad things happen when GOOD people do NOTHING.

Thus you are just as awful.

(Source: princess-nietzsche)