Facebook and The Art of Not Being

So, I'm kind of new to the whole blog thing but I highly doubt this blog would reach any sort of "status" or anything, because there's, what, at least five blogs on the internet? Maybe six. So, if I'm the seventh blog, I probably won't get that popular. I'm guessing there's more. Something over a million.
   The point is why should I care? I mean, really care about my popularity on a website? I have nothing to offer in that regard. There are people who are wonderfully talented, the type of people who should have made movies in the 1930's, or helped build the first airplanes, or write a president's speech, but even they will get 5000 subscribers tops on youtube. It's just a losing battle. And again, why should I care? I hate that I care that people read this. I pretend I don't, and I don't really, but that "really" is the key to this whole blog: it means I do. It's like telling a woman, "Oh, I'm not a fan of (insert questionable pastime)...really."
   So, I went through Facebook news and saw all the happenings, and it depressed me so because everybody posts the best stuff on facebook, except for whiny fifteen year olds who post the best worst stuff.

    Here's a photo of Ashton Kutcher on myspace, the pre-Buzzfeed Buzzfeed.

Cheers.

Sports-Related Pictures of Ronald Reagan

PICTURES OF RONALD RONALD DOING SPORTSY THINGS

Seriously, there are a lot of Ronald Reagan-related sports photos.

Passing the ball to Gorbachev 

"But I can't dribble here, this is Nancy's favorite carpet."

The original ending to Rudy

They gave this jacket to Reagan in light of him not being allowed to play

Reagan gets a Lakers jersey from Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, famous actor from films such as Airplane! and Game of Death, who also occasionally played a game of hoops.

Reagan playing a game of B-Ball in the famous PSA video The War on Dribbling

The University of Southern California really thought it'd be the Gipper's size.

Shot from the infamous "Christmas Tree Ornament Hanging of 87'" fiasco

Ronald with the two Williams sisters. Reagan loved Tennis, even thought Infinite Jest was "non-put-down-able" because of the tennis bits. No joke.

In this moment, Mr. Reagan invents both the high dive and the "Shopping Cart" dance move.

This doesn't relate to sports, but the look of evil in that Bunny's cold, sullen eyes- the face of evil itself- is enough to warrant a spot on this blog. Chilling. Especially the cyanide eggs.

The Problem with Bronies

So, I'm feeling down today. I wake up and immediately feel like an aimless twenty something. Also, I'm sick, which even though makes my voice sound more like Leonard Cohen (which is a good thing), I don't enjoy the cat claws in the throat. The point of all this is that I should feel down. I should, right? And I was, until I watched this:

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1567917619/my-little-po-mo-volume-one-season-one

I understand that traditional masculinity is just a construct built out of a societal need to control gender roles for the production of- sorry, lost my train of thought among the words "postmodern" and "My Little Pony" being in the same sentence.

http://www.amazon.com/My-Little-Po-Mo-Unauthorized-Friendship/dp/149232356X

Sigh.

Look.
To any Bronies reading this:

I understand that you come from all walks of life, from college-educated liberal arts majors to military service personnel, to leaders of faith, to whomever else. I get it. I also get that you're into the show's writing, and you think episode 8 is a tellingly satirical critique on some heavy, philosophical issue.
I get it.

But-

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ohnuyqJyEW0

and

http://www.thestar.com/content/dam/thestar/entertainment/2013/06/26/bronys_men_who_dig_my_little_pony_feel_misunderstood/inside_blake_and_my_little_pony_collection.jpg


A terrible joke created by 4Chan that morphed into an actual guilty pleasure has now been transformed into a monster of a fanbase.

It's not even about masculine roles, it's about adults liking this show. If I knew a woman who loved My Little Pony, I probably wouldn't date her. Probably. Not that she'd date me. I mean, maybe she'd like Lou Reed but I highly doubt it.

Anyway, I feel better about my life. Thanks Bronies.