As a second generation immigrant (of colour) you are always stuck in a wierd limbo where neither your country of origin or your country of residence is ever truly your home. Ive pretty much lived in Australia my whole life and I barely keep in touch with my cultural roots but I almost always get the question where Im originally from when I tell people Im Australian.
As our country began and brown races were systematically denied the right to be human and so internalized the role of the savage, white consciousness bullied its way into objectivity. The white mind became the unbiased mind that objectively observed all the rest. This is called The Default: The belief that the white experience is a neutral and objective experience and white consciousness is the standard consciousness unless otherwise specified. White culture, and American culture as a whole, suffers from the tragedy of whiteness as the default setting
Don’t get me wrong. My friends who happen to be white are lovely people and care about me very much.
But look, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to point out the fact that they’re white and the majority of people that they know are white every time I’m at a party. Because the thing about living in a white supremacist society is that majority of people you know will be white, unless you try very hard to find people of colour in whatever part of your life it may be. Whether in your personal or professional life.
A lot of this I am basing off my own experiences, now that I am in a band that I am (supposedly) committed to and in return meeting other musicians and then meeting their friends. And the vicious cycle continues.
I know how to break it, and that is to obviously seek out musicians who are not white. But they are very hard to come by; it’s like looking for a needle in a haystack.
(I mean, I could go on and rant how about annoying white people are when they say they aren’t racist when they can’t even fucking examine their own relationships with people and how a white supremacist society affects that…)
Bronies are on my shit list for several reasons.
Bronies invaded and took over what was meant to be a safe and healthy environment for little girls to learn about friendship and sharing. It was meant to be a show that little girls could watch without the influence of older men. It was created by girls, for girls. How many opportunities are there for female writers and animators to create a show tailored to the growth and development of little girls?
Bronies took over a safe space for children and turned it into their own playground. The ponies are representing six little girls — six children — and Bronies have turned them into a sexual fantasy. Fuck, someone created a blog turning one of the princesses into a sexual predator as a ~joke~. Men have made felt ponies that they can literally fuck. They draw crude and disgusting fan art. They roleplay the ponies fucking each other. They took a children’s cartoon and made it sexual, which I view as extremely pedophilic.
And now bronies are expecting special treatment and recognition from Lauren Faust and everyone else involved with the show, and even accusing A SHOW ABOUT GIRLS FOR GIRLS of misandry. MISANDRY. Because men’s opinions aren’t voiced or relevant; because the male characters on the show aren’t the main characters; because the creators are trying their damndest to keep that show for little girls. Apparently having specifically female-centered content is misandry.
My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic had the potential to be revolutionary. But of course, men had to come in and fuck it all up. Again. Because God fucking forbid girls have a tiny sliver of something especially for them.
tl;dr - kill Bronies.
YOU GUYS. I’m going to America in August yoohoooooo.