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A word about bronies.



So I just got back last night from a brony convention in San Francisco. I was working a booth for a vendor friend, and let me tell you what happened:

We met a little girl who was there with her family. She got a button drawn at our booth, told us all about her favorite ponies, and was overall just too damn cute. She had an MLP lanyard filled with pins she’d gotten in the vendor’s room, and gave me a Fluttershy pin because she liked my cosplay. She ended up just hanging out with us for a while and bein’ super cute. We call her Babby because she’s 11 and precious.

The next day, she runs up to the booth, terrified, and asks if she can please hide under our table for a few minutes. Turns out a dude had been following her around the con all day, and tried to get her to come up to his hotel room. Alone. She tells us she thought he was okay at first because he was wearing an MLP shirt, but she didn’t want to go anywhere with him, and he made her uneasy. At one point, after she’d refused, he grabbed her arm in the elevators and tried to get her to follow him. She ran, and now she wants somewhere to hide.

We tell her of course, hurry her behind our booth and fucking station ourselves around her because she’s eleven years old and all of us are prepared to physically attack the human trashheap who tries to fuck with her. We’re all dressed up in wings and ears and we’re 100000% prepared to rip them off and launch across that table to defend this kid. Eventually this very large dude strolls by, very obviously looking around, and she quietly points him out to us. At this point I’m ready to set him on fire, but when I ask if she needs me to go report him, she shakes her head. She doesn’t want to get in trouble, or make anyone mad.

We see him a few more times over the course of the day, because he keeps meandering over to our booth and just casually looking around. Eventually he actually stops to take a flier from our table and asks us a question, and we coldly send him on his way. We start sending a coworker with Babby whenever her parents aren’t around and she wants to go check out artist’s alley or the vendor’s hall. Because otherwise she’s not safe. She can’t run around and freely enjoy a convention about a show aimed at her, because instead of being surrounded by peers she’s somehow surrounded by men who pose a threat to her.

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.

So yeah. If you call yourself a brony, I’m prolly not gonna trust you. Because I’ve seen y’all in action, and I am not impressed. Frankly I’m infuriated. This is like a bunch of gross neckbeards swarming Disneyland and shoving kids out of the way so they can grope Cinderella, and finding nothing wrong with it because they think they’re entitled to it.

My Little Pony is a really cute show with a lot of nice messages for kids, and gross brony shitweasels are trying to fucking take it from them by force. And I will fight them.

I’m really glad you guys helped her, but you really, desperately needed to report him. And I hope you told her parents!
Because what about those kids you weren’t there to look over? He was so brazen he tried to drag a little girl up to his hotel room. He will do this again, because he faced no repercussions for doing it. And she would definitely not have gotten into trouble!

Still, how awesome of you guys. You literally may have saved her, and this is incredibly important. This is why ‘bronies’ are awful.

as a general advisement for anyone who encounters anything like this, always report it. And TELL THE PARENTS! you could prevent a childs suffering by doing so.

Reblogging to chime in with the other people asking why this wasn’t reported to the police and why the parents weren’t informed. OP reblogged someone and said “we tried” and “she wouldn’t talk to anyone” and that to me sounds like you guys reported it to I don’t know, some sort of authority at the con, but not to the actual police and parents. And maybe you did, but the results say otherwise if the girl was hanging out at your booth or with one of your group as an escort all weekend. Because a cop would have certainly removed this person from the premises and no parent - particularly one dedicated enough to take their child to a con - is going to let their kid be protected by strangers and escorted by strangers no matter how nice they seem after learning that their daughter was kidnapped and nearly violated. 

It sounds like you guys were trying to be noble and I understand that, but you have to understand that the way this sounds is that the situation was not handled properly at all. Yes, it’s good that you protected her, but it’s bad if you made yourselves her ONLY protectors. Just understand that there’s a reason why this post, no matter how well-intentioned, sounds a little sketch. And to be honest I don’t think you should have the girl’s picture up on your blog if you don’t have permission from her parents. For a number of reasons.

I get that this experience was important to share, but it’s equally important that people respond with appropriate questions to find out if the proper measures were taken. It’s also important that other people on this site read for the future that if someone ever seeks your help in a situation like this, it isn’t your job to become their personal bodyguard when there are other people you need to tell right away or as soon as possible.






This isn’t even 2006 so much as the sterile and cold and lifeless world of Disney Channel live action “comedies” that are stripped of all understanding of humanity and entertainment because all it cares about is holding the attention of pre-preteens with ideas that were maybe kind of cool in 1992. In 2006. Someone hold me