Willing ignorance is just glorification of putting your hands over your ears and yelling "LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU" because you are afraid the real world will hurt or offend you.
I got banned from a forum years ago because: they had a consensus going that because a part of Japan's popular entertainment had cartoon nudity, then clearly the rest of the country is a sexually liberated paradise for people of all orientations and genders and I informed them that it's not like that at all. Rudely, but that level of ignorance needs it
There seems to be this weird thing where Japanese and American youth both assume the opposite country is some sort of sexually liberated paradise.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
^^Clearly, the solutions is just to give Japanese and American youth their own Island...with cameras...All the sexy, awkward nerd sex the world will ever need!
I hate it when anime fans are all "TOLERANCE :D" but are really just as bigoted as the people they hate.
Erm, you could honestly say that about Bronies, or really, pretty much anybody. One's opinion of Japanese animation has little to do with how big an idiot they are.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
It amuses me that while none of the ponies seem to be racist (save for past ponies in "Hearth's Warming Eve"), there's definitely some classism in the series. Even likable one-shot characters like Fancy-Pants will use semi-condescending language like "Charmingly Rustic", and it's clear there is something of a "High Society" in Equestria that probably only Rarity and Twilight could really function in.
Twilight, probably mostly because she'd just be quiet and read a book somewhere.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
My opinion on MLP: HORSES
seriously you have no idea how hard it is to enjoy horses when you've had to take care of a horse
From: The Oatmeal
Why We Should Be Eating Horses
Instead of Riding Them
I'm not going to dance around the issue: I hate horses. I hate them. Now, I know what you're thinking. Horses are kind. Horses are beautiful. Nations have been built on the backs of horses. All that. You haven't seen the things I've seen, however. You haven't suffered at the hands of these terrible beasts. You don't know what horses are like because you've probably never owned one. Allow me to enlighten you.
I grew up in Northern Idaho, where IQs are generally room temperature and it's socially acceptable to drink whiskey mixed with cough syrup for breakfast. My family moved there from California when I was seven and decided to buy a couple horses in order to embrace the Idahoan lifestyle. We didn't ride them, really, they mostly just stood outside like big dumb lawn ornaments. Over the next ten years I developed an unruly hatred for these God-awful pig monsters. Here's why.
A horse is the world's biggest shit pump.
Our horses ate a lot. When I say a lot, I mean all day, every day. They didn't nibble or peck - they vacuumed food up like a bulimic does after watching "America's Next Top Model." This resulted in a constant river of crap firing out of their asses. They'd also usually stand in the corner of the corral which was closest to the food supply, which caused the poop to all be concentrated in a single place. In the winter my brother and I were charged with the responsibility of cleaning out their trough. We had to wear knee-high rubber boots and wade out into the 4 foot deep mixture of mud, urine, and feces to reach it. The mud became so thick that when we tried to take a step our boots would suction into the mud and our feet would lift out of the boot. We then had to dangle from the fence and try to pull the boot out. It was like playing on the monkey bars except underneath you there was a deep, dark ocean of rotten horse shit.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Given the opportunity, a horse will try to rape you.
We owned a stud named Toby (I say "stud" meaning a male horse meant for breeding - I'm not professing a repressed attraction to him or anything). Toby was a lonely horse; we had to keep him separate from the rest of the animals because he was always trying to have steamy horse sex with them. One afternoon, I wound up inside of Toby's pen, probably doing some bullshit chore for my parents like sweeping up sticks or sawing something in half. I'll admit I was a bit careless when stepping into the pen, because I failed to notice Toby had a raging boner and was staring right at me. If you've never seen a horse penis, it's an awesome thing. Awesome in the "big bang exploding outward in universally cosmic proportions" way, not awesome in the "fuck yeah scented candles are awesome" kind of way. It's literally longer than your arm - between 2 and 3 feet. You could seriously fuck shit up with this thing - If I had a penis like that I'd use it to play badminton or maybe hang wind chimes from it. Anyway, I was in Toby's pen and we were making eye contact. I'll never forget the look in his eyes: completely vacant of compassion or romance. Toby didn't want to get to know me and discover all my hopes and dreams. He didn't want to grow old with me. Looking into those big brown eyes that day, I saw a pure, unfiltered desire to get his rape on.
So Toby charged. Now, as I mentioned earlier these horse pens were thick with feces, so it was difficult to run. Luckily I was in the part of the pen where the mud wasn't deep, so I could at least manage a fumbling jog. By the time I reached the fence Toby was nearly on me. I tried to climb through but in my panic I touched one of the tension coils on the fence that kept the wire taught along the property line. Furthermore, I also touched the ground underneath the tension coil. This fence was electric and set at a voltage that could knock down an elephant, so when I grounded myself I got blasted with a shock that rendered me temporarily stunned. Fortunately I was jolted forward into the electric fence rather than backwards into the horse boner that was surging forward at 100 miles per hour. After a few more 20,000 volt shocks I managed to stumble into the opposing pen, half electrocuted but thankfully still a virgin to trans-species sex.
As for Toby, he continued to stare at me from his side of the fence, his aircraft-carrier-sized boner twinkling in the morning sun. I could see an undercurrent of sadness in his eyes, trickling somewhere below that massive desire to do some raping.
They'll eat more hay to punish you for your sins.
As I mentioned earlier, our horses ate a lot. So much, in fact, that after a few years I started referring to them as "the pigs." They consumed hay, mostly, which comes in bale form and weighs anywhere from 50-100 lbs per bale. This means we constantly had to replenish our supply, which involved driving to a farm somewhere and loading it up into a truck, then returning home and unloading it. We'd usually do this in the summertime when hay was plentiful and it was miserably hot. I was allergic to hay so I had to wear a respirator in order to breathe and I couldn't allow any part of my skin to be exposed to it - so I had to wear long sleeve shirts, pants, and thick gloves. Furthermore, I was a video-game-playing fat kid with tiny noodle arms that could barely lift my sega genesis controller, so over-dressing in scorching temperatures and lifting heavy bales of hay which caused my skin to break out in blisters and my eyes and lungs to burn for hours on end wasn't exactly my idea of a good time.
A horse won't let you sleep.
Every few weeks the horses would lose their shit and decide to charge the electric fence. This meant they would run at full speed into the fence, break through, and then go roaming around the forest all night. My parents, upon discovering this, would wake me up at some horrible hour and we'd have to get flashlights and trudge through the snowy forest looking for them. I don't know why the fuck they decided to have these little adventures, but I imagine it had something to do with either feeding, fornicating, or finding new ways to fuck me over.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Riding horses is fun if you enjoy getting owned by PorkBag
The last time I rode a horse I was 11 years old. I can't remember the name of this particular horse so I'll just refer to it as "PorkBag." I was on top of PorkBag sitting in the saddle, lightly "encouraging" the horse to move by prodding, pulling, screaming, and flailing the reins. We didn't ride the horses often so they were overweight, not to mention being arrogant little assholes who didn't respond to direction. After a few minutes of me barking orders, PorkBag lurched forward. Approximately ten feet later, PorkBag stopped, leaned against the trunk of a large tree, and stood motionless. Crushing my leg between her fat thighs and the tree, this was how she planned to get me off her back.
We sat there together, me in terrible pain and PorkBag quite content with not having to move. Eventually someone noticed, took the reins, and pulled us away from the tree. I dismounted that concluded my days of riding horses.
If you imagine a horse as a giant steak with hair, they're actually kind of pleasant to look at.
My brother and I used to explore the woods a lot when we first moved to Idaho. One day, we came upon a large open meadow that extended upwards into dark, heavily forested hills. Making our way through the meadow, we noticed a lot of animal bones on the ground. Some teeth here. A ribcage there. The occasional half-chewed pelvis. Coming around a bend, we stumbled upon a dead horse. Eyes wide open, its limbs had been chopped off and his gaping mouth produced a twisted tongue which dangled on the side of his face. The result was a bleeding, horrific stump of a creature who stared wide-eyed outward, frozen in the final moments of its demise. Upon seeing it, my brother and I screamed and ran. I found out later that the man who owned that meadow would slaughter his horses there for the meat and then coyotes would come down from the hills and pick apart the carcasses.
Despite incurring a bit of childhood trauma, seeing that animal in stump form made me aware of the sheer volume of meat on a horse. It's a large, muscular animal ripe for being turned into an enchanting HorseLoaf sandwich or McHorse with cheese. We're talking about at an entirely untapped market of delicious protein available for the taking. Silicon valley isn't the gold rush. Mobile devices aren't the future. China's population is not exploding. Horsemeat is our destiny, it's the next Web 2.0.
Luckily both Rambling Rose and Little Bit were female so I never had to deal with the raep problem personally (though a retired racehorse named Gamble Majestic liked to try it on the other horses)
They could never get away with gay anyone or anything on a children's cartoon (yes, MLP is for children folks. True facts). Because god forbid our children be exposed to TEH GHEY AGENDAZ
I still remember how hard they had to try to "imply" that Richie from Static Shock was gay, because they weren't actually allowed to tell you he was.
They could never get away with gay anyone or anything on a children's cartoon (yes, MLP is for children folks. True facts). Because god forbid our children be exposed to TEH GHEY AGENDAZ
I still remember how hard they had to try to "imply" that Richie from Static Shock was gay, because they weren't actually allowed to tell you he was.
I'm just focusing on the comedy potential here, really. I remember some years back that a character in Harry Potter that everyone thought was going to end up with the other (Ron and Hermione? I dunno) and when they didn't happen, fans responded like JK Rowling had killed their family and their dog too
They could never get away with gay anyone or anything on a children's cartoon (yes, MLP is for children folks. True facts). Because god forbid our children be exposed to TEH GHEY AGENDAZ
I still remember how hard they had to try to "imply" that Richie from Static Shock was gay, because they weren't actually allowed to tell you he was.
Byker Grove, Grange Hill and Doctor Who (somewhat later) all managed it, although there were complaints. Granted, none of those is animated.
To be honest, I'd be pretty unamused if they gave Rainbow Dash a boyfriend, because it would most likely be a panicked attempt to distance the show from any perceived LGBT content.
I'm just focusing on the comedy potential here, really. I remember some years back that a character in Harry Potter that everyone thought was going to end up with the other (Ron and Hermione? I dunno) and when they didn't happen, fans responded like JK Rowling had killed their family and their dog too
They could never get away with gay anyone or anything on a children's cartoon (yes, MLP is for children folks. True facts). Because god forbid our children be exposed to TEH GHEY AGENDAZ
I still remember how hard they had to try to "imply" that Richie from Static Shock was gay, because they weren't actually allowed to tell you he was.
I'm just focusing on the comedy potential here, really. I remember some years back that a character in Harry Potter that everyone thought was going to end up with the other (Ron and Hermione? I dunno) and when they didn't happen, fans responded like JK Rowling had killed their family and their dog too
The Harry Potter fanbase was bugfuck insane for a long time.
I should amend my post to read "in America". I dunno how things are overseas.
And yeah I only meant cartoons.
Over here it's probably about the same, for the most part. Note that all the shows I mentioned were BBC and therefore didn't have to worry about ratings to the extent that commercially produced shows do.
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Willing ignorance is just glorification of putting your hands over your ears and yelling "LA LA LA I CAN'T HEAR YOU" because you are afraid the real world will hurt or offend you.
...I wish she'd draw more icons. I'm not really into Homestuck right now but I find them pretty-looking.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
But it tends to be otaku, in my experience.
For the record, I'd say I qualify as an otaku.
Well there's your problem.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
My opinion on MLP: HORSES
seriously you have no idea how hard it is to enjoy horses when you've had to take care of a horse
the proletarian ponies should rise up and incite class warfare
proletarian is a fun word. so is bourgeois.
Actually I think it's been established that zebra fur is black-on-white not white-on-black.
How the fuck they figured that out I will never know.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
From: The Oatmeal
Why We Should Be Eating Horses
Instead of Riding Them
I'm not going to dance around the issue: I hate horses. I hate them.
Now, I know what you're thinking. Horses are kind. Horses are beautiful. Nations have been built on the backs of horses. All that.
You haven't seen the things I've seen, however. You haven't suffered at the hands of these terrible beasts. You don't know what horses are like because you've probably never owned one. Allow me to enlighten you.
I grew up in Northern Idaho, where IQs are generally room temperature and it's socially acceptable to drink whiskey mixed with cough syrup for breakfast. My family moved there from California when I was seven and decided to buy a couple horses in order to embrace the Idahoan lifestyle. We didn't ride them, really, they mostly just stood outside like big dumb lawn ornaments. Over the next ten years I developed an unruly hatred for these God-awful pig monsters. Here's why.
A horse is the world's biggest shit pump.
Our horses ate a lot. When I say a lot, I mean all day, every day. They didn't nibble or peck - they vacuumed food up like a bulimic does after watching "America's Next Top Model." This resulted in a constant river of crap firing out of their asses. They'd also usually stand in the corner of the corral which was closest to the food supply, which caused the poop to all be concentrated in a single place. In the winter my brother and I were charged with the responsibility of cleaning out their trough. We had to wear knee-high rubber boots and wade out into the 4 foot deep mixture of mud, urine, and feces to reach it. The mud became so thick that when we tried to take a step our boots would suction into the mud and our feet would lift out of the boot. We then had to dangle from the fence and try to pull the boot out. It was like playing on the monkey bars except underneath you there was a deep, dark ocean of rotten horse shit.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Given the opportunity, a horse will try to rape you.
We owned a stud named Toby (I say "stud" meaning a male horse meant for breeding - I'm not professing a repressed attraction to him or anything). Toby was a lonely horse; we had to keep him separate from the rest of the animals because he was always trying to have steamy horse sex with them. One afternoon, I wound up inside of Toby's pen, probably doing some bullshit chore for my parents like sweeping up sticks or sawing something in half. I'll admit I was a bit careless when stepping into the pen, because I failed to notice Toby had a raging boner and was staring right at me. If you've never seen a horse penis, it's an awesome thing. Awesome in the "big bang exploding outward in universally cosmic proportions" way, not awesome in the "fuck yeah scented candles are awesome" kind of way. It's literally longer than your arm - between 2 and 3 feet. You could seriously fuck shit up with this thing - If I had a penis like that I'd use it to play badminton or maybe hang wind chimes from it. Anyway, I was in Toby's pen and we were making eye contact. I'll never forget the look in his eyes: completely vacant of compassion or romance. Toby didn't want to get to know me and discover all my hopes and dreams. He didn't want to grow old with me. Looking into those big brown eyes that day, I saw a pure, unfiltered desire to get his rape on.
So Toby charged. Now, as I mentioned earlier these horse pens were thick with feces, so it was difficult to run. Luckily I was in the part of the pen where the mud wasn't deep, so I could at least manage a fumbling jog. By the time I reached the fence Toby was nearly on me. I tried to climb through but in my panic I touched one of the tension coils on the fence that kept the wire taught along the property line. Furthermore, I also touched the ground underneath the tension coil. This fence was electric and set at a voltage that could knock down an elephant, so when I grounded myself I got blasted with a shock that rendered me temporarily stunned. Fortunately I was jolted forward into the electric fence rather than backwards into the horse boner that was surging forward at 100 miles per hour. After a few more 20,000 volt shocks I managed to stumble into the opposing pen, half electrocuted but thankfully still a virgin to trans-species sex.
As for Toby, he continued to stare at me from his side of the fence, his aircraft-carrier-sized boner twinkling in the morning sun. I could see an undercurrent of sadness in his eyes, trickling somewhere below that massive desire to do some raping.
They'll eat more hay to punish you for your sins.
As I mentioned earlier, our horses ate a lot. So much, in fact, that after a few years I started referring to them as "the pigs." They consumed hay, mostly, which comes in bale form and weighs anywhere from 50-100 lbs per bale. This means we constantly had to replenish our supply, which involved driving to a farm somewhere and loading it up into a truck, then returning home and unloading it. We'd usually do this in the summertime when hay was plentiful and it was miserably hot. I was allergic to hay so I had to wear a respirator in order to breathe and I couldn't allow any part of my skin to be exposed to it - so I had to wear long sleeve shirts, pants, and thick gloves. Furthermore, I was a video-game-playing fat kid with tiny noodle arms that could barely lift my sega genesis controller, so over-dressing in scorching temperatures and lifting heavy bales of hay which caused my skin to break out in blisters and my eyes and lungs to burn for hours on end wasn't exactly my idea of a good time.
A horse won't let you sleep.
Every few weeks the horses would lose their shit and decide to charge the electric fence. This meant they would run at full speed into the fence, break through, and then go roaming around the forest all night. My parents, upon discovering this, would wake me up at some horrible hour and we'd have to get flashlights and trudge through the snowy forest looking for them. I don't know why the fuck they decided to have these little adventures, but I imagine it had something to do with either feeding, fornicating, or finding new ways to fuck me over.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Riding horses is fun if you enjoy getting owned by PorkBag
We sat there together, me in terrible pain and PorkBag quite content with not having to move. Eventually someone noticed, took the reins, and pulled us away from the tree. I dismounted that concluded my days of riding horses.
If you imagine a horse as a giant steak with hair, they're actually kind of pleasant to look at.
My brother and I used to explore the woods a lot when we first moved to Idaho. One day, we came upon a large open meadow that extended upwards into dark, heavily forested hills. Making our way through the meadow, we noticed a lot of animal bones on the ground. Some teeth here. A ribcage there. The occasional half-chewed pelvis. Coming around a bend, we stumbled upon a dead horse. Eyes wide open, its limbs had been chopped off and his gaping mouth produced a twisted tongue which dangled on the side of his face. The result was a bleeding, horrific stump of a creature who stared wide-eyed outward, frozen in the final moments of its demise. Upon seeing it, my brother and I screamed and ran. I found out later that the man who owned that meadow would slaughter his horses there for the meat and then coyotes would come down from the hills and pick apart the carcasses.
Despite incurring a bit of childhood trauma, seeing that animal in stump form made me aware of the sheer volume of meat on a horse. It's a large, muscular animal ripe for being turned into an enchanting HorseLoaf sandwich or McHorse with cheese. We're talking about at an entirely untapped market of delicious protein available for the taking. Silicon valley isn't the gold rush. Mobile devices aren't the future. China's population is not exploding. Horsemeat is our destiny, it's the next Web 2.0.
Who's with me?
Luckily both Rambling Rose and Little Bit were female so I never had to deal with the raep problem personally (though a retired racehorse named Gamble Majestic liked to try it on the other horses)
But the rest is pretty much unquestionably true.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
I remember the name of every freaking horse in that stable (granted there were only six)
Little Bit, The Rambling Rose, Flogging Molly, Max Will, Gamble Majestic, and Studmuffin. No I'm not kidding about that last one.
They could never get away with gay anyone or anything on a children's cartoon (yes, MLP is for children folks. True facts). Because god forbid our children be exposed to TEH GHEY AGENDAZ
I still remember how hard they had to try to "imply" that Richie from Static Shock was gay, because they weren't actually allowed to tell you he was.
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
WELL blue-furred pony whose name I am fairly certain is Rainbow Dash, Lesbos is an island near Greece!
*the more you know*
To be honest, I'd be pretty unamused if they gave Rainbow Dash a boyfriend, because it would most likely be a panicked attempt to distance the show from any perceived LGBT content.
I should amend my post to read "in America". I dunno how things are overseas.
And yeah I only meant cartoons.
Hello Clock.
The Harry Potter fanbase was bugfuck insane for a long time.i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
i get so angry sometimes i just punch plankton --Klinotaxis
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Once you live with an adorable animal for more than a month, I think you're required to think of them as 'animals' rather than 'adorable'.