Posted on 04/26/2012 5:47:33 AM PDT by Perdogg
The easiest way to say it is just to say it: There are grown men out there who devote themselves to the rainbow-unicorn-sparkly-pastel fantasy world of the childrens TV show My Little Pony. And, more appallingly, its not done ironically they are proud of it.
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I used to watch Pee Wees Playhouse religiously
I don’t get it but when my son was a child he just loved these damned things.
The elves of LOTR have absolutely nothing in common with the more common conception. These elves will kick your ass.
The Fact is a Whole Internet industry has sprung up around to support these people.
Hell, Even the Voice Actors have gotten in on it.
Except for that whole bit about the US Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines.
You stinker! LOL!
I can see the attraction to the hobby. I've attended a few conventions myself. Displayed like slices of place and time that someone put on a table.
Realistic down to the last snowflake, too. Looking at the winter scenes long enough can actually make you feel cold.
same here regarding Pee Wee.
As well, if you’ve got kids you are going to have to deal with some of this stuff on the television. My daughters are old now, but I remember having to sit through the Rugrats, with those voices (mostly adult women doing the voice over).
If they throw a bone to the adults having to deal with this audio running through their home space (because we certainly aren’t watching, but we DO hear it).. well that’s okay with me. A little adult humor is appreciated.
however.... watching this show, without children, that is strange. then again I haven’t seen it. If it’s like the Mighty Mouse new series from a few years back, well then there is a great deal of adult humor and I would understand the phenom then.
cannon fodder.
The only man that appeals to me is one that digs Honey Badger. ;-)
Whenever I play with my My Little Pony set, it makes me realize that I have fat, hairy sausage-fingers. Then I cry, because I realize I am not a 9 year old girl after all — no matter how much I dress like one.
I am middle-aged and I still build model ships, planes and armor. It drives my wife nuts. ;-)
“Model railroading is actually pretty cool. They have some amazing layouts.”
There are vids on youtube of huge layouts with unbelievable detail. Nothing new, either, Lionel Corp. used to advertise on TV in the 1950’s around Christmas time with studio layouts that had kids like me well, wanting Lionel trains & accessories under the tree. Had a pretty decent 4’ by 8’ layout with one whole train but that’s all Dad could afford.
Then I discovered girls and ever since the train goes under the Christmas tree once a year and that’s it.
;^)
Or for that matter, grown men and women who devote their time to being elves and fighting dragons using dice and plastic wargame minis. (GUILTY)
I’ve wanted one of those hello kitty AR-15s for a while now. My wife would love it.
I thought the article was about obama, but it said “grown” men. Rules him out.
Being seven, now, that would be the life. I would wear a pretty little yellow jumper while I skipped rope, and I’d know all the words to jump-rope rhymes like, “Cinderella Dressed In Yellow.” I could even pretend I was Cinderella in my pretty little yellow jumper. Not that I’d have just the one jumper, mind you; I’d have dozens, in many different colors, and lots of beautiful sun-dresses, and lots of adorable, lacy, frilly white socks to wear with my buckle-shoes. I would have one very special pink flowery pinafore that I would only wear to teatime with Pooh and Paddington and Raggedy Ann. I would wear this dress with a sweet little bonnet with ribbons, and my hair would be long and fine and done up in bows. I would be a pretty little girl, very prim and proper and delicate—not some big, burly ox who can barely get his finger through the cup-handle without breaking the cup half the time. I would always stick my pinky out while I sipped from my cup. There would be biscuits and little white cakes, as well, and I would throw a simply delightful afternoon tea party. I would be the very best little girl in the world, and the grownups would buy me lollipops and treats and generally spoil me. I would say, “Please” and “Thank you” and “If you please, ma’am,” and the grownups would protect me and keep me safe.
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