The First Pony's Free
reply to post by Casandra
Believe me, I know that story.
Prior to March of this year, I had never heard of the show and had no idea it even existed, despite the fact it had started airing about five months
Although I've been an unabashed anime fan for about seven years and consider myself reasonably open-minded when it comes to animated entertainment,
the idea of watching a My Little Pony
cartoon, even for sarcastic amusement, just wasn't on my radar in any way, shape or form.
I can't stand most "kids shows" (I've tried, I last about five minutes max, and "girls shows" are especially repulsive to me: "the cute, it burns!
gahhh!"), tend to think of the genre as far too vapid and commercialized to suit my tastes, and had pretty much written off Western animation in
So when a fellow anime fan made the pitch for watching Friendship is Magic,
it was a very hard sell. I can handle and appreciate "cute anime"
if it's not too
sugary, but this was clearly a bridge too far -- or more like several bridges.
Anyone who has grown up in America knows all about the My Little Pony doll franchise, and anyone who watches TV here will have seen commercials for
their products, which have always had a strong "girls only" vibe. Until nine months ago, I had seen absolutely nothing whatsoever to interest me in
something like that.
Basically, there was flat out no way I was going to bother to watch My Little Pony,
not even give it a first look. It was only after my "pony
pusher" elaborated and put a great deal of effort into challenging the stereotypes which plague the show, described it in detail and pointed out the
already thriving, Internet-driven male fanbase that I decided to indulge him and give it a shot.
I remember my thoughts when I first watched Episode 1 of Friendship is Magic.
I had a smug little smirk on my face, was fully prepared to tear
the show apart, was of a mind to try to enjoy it for the lulz and keep a barf bag handy. The opening fairytale pretty much reinforced my expectations,
although I did think the music was surprisingly good, and found myself unexpectedly getting into the "lore" of a show I was certain to laugh off in
When I heard the opening theme song for the first time -- "My Little Pony, My Little Pony, ahhhh..." in the most gratuitously sweet, unapologetically
feminine tones imaginable -- I groaned, rolled my eyes and asked myself what the hell I was doing watching this disgusting girls' toy commercial. But
then the beat picked up, the song actually got rather catchy, I resisted the impulse to turn it off then and there, and somehow survived the
I chuckled at the "big adventure" line in the song. Big adventure? Yeah right. "Oh dear, I seem to have misplaced my favorite teapot, and I am
so distressed. We must search for it at once!"
Seeing Twilight Sparkle ("Twilight Sparkle?" Oh God, kill me now) race into her castle tower made me roll my eyes again. Here we go, everyone's a
princess in this magical land of purple and pink, per stereotype. Here come the dilated pupils, forced creepy-cute voices, butterflies and bon-bons
and intolerable sugary pandering to the little girls the show is made for.
And then something completely unexpected happened: slapstick.
Twilight slams open the door and flattens that little dragon-looking thingy. What the heck? Violence?
I'm shocked. And then Twilight rushes in
and is basically a self-centered, insensitive bitch for the next few minutes. HUHHH?
By the time she starts dictating her letter of warning to Princess Celestia ("Princess Celestia?" Oh right. Girls' show. Why, exactly, has God not
killed me yet?) and has that clever little back-and-forth with Spike ("Spike?" that's not a very girly name) over spelling, I am completely
My sarcastic self was utterly unprepared for what was going on. The animation was so fluid, the dialog so well-done, the background music was
gripping, and the story was actually interesting.
I was so dumbstruck that by the end of that first scene in Twilight's tower, I knew it was already over.
I was hooked. On My Little Pony.
Hello, God? Why haven't you struck me down yet?
Ever since, my love and admiration for the show have only continued to grow, and the phenomenon has only continued to appear more and more
pathological over time.
I'm not addicted. I can quit anytime. Sure. It's not like I buy the dolls or anything (and I don't). And I only watch the episodes repeatedly for um,
purposes. Yeah, that's
I know I'm supposed to feel embarrassed about liking this show, but as time passes I consider the inevitable arched eyebrows and ridicule I receive
from "neighsayers" more a badge of honor than a reason for shame.
(And despite all that, I still have more to say...)
edit on 12/24/2011 by Majic because: (no reason given)