Sunday, April 27, 2014

Awww Yeah vol. 27

A Middle School Teacher Said ‘I Love You Baby’ To Student She Was Giving Lap Dance To

Friday, April 25, 2014

It's a Funny World We Live In vol. 52

25 dead cats in bags found hanging on trees in Yonkers

Thursday, April 24, 2014

It's a Funny Wolrd We Live In vo. 51

A word about bronies. (Massive Content notice for threat of sexual assault, child sexual assault, attempted child abduction, and bullshit from later commentators.)

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.