Violence in Entertainment: How MLP Saves The WorldViolence in Entertainment: How My Little Pony Can Save the World
I scroll idly through hundreds of TV channels available for my perusal. I take part in America’s favorite sport, channel surfing, and wade my way through flashing lights and obnoxious noises. Nothing seems to stick out; or, perhaps more accurately, everything seems to stick out. After all, no one would find explosions and gore and graphic sex to be boring or ordinary in the real world. I pause momentarily on one channel; a reporter is explaining the known details of the latest school shooting. Shuddering, I continue on, searching not for information but merely for an escape from my ennui. A few channels later, I pause once again; the screen now flickers between scenes at a breakneck pace, tearing me from one bloodbath to another. I have no context, given that it was the middle of the show, but I wonder if context really would have helped my understanding of why such a thing would legitimately
Whatever Happened to World Building?I recently won an Ebay auction for two new additions to my action figures collection, both based on the video game Quake 2. They're well crafted and nicely painted: both various enemies from the game of the alien Strogg menace: a hulking Tank and the grotesque but strangely graceful appearing Iron Maiden. What particularly interested me about these was that at the time the graphics engine for the game was not what could be described even charitably as 'well detailed' since it was an early example of three dimensional graphics. The figures on the other hand are exquisitely detailed with extrapolated ideas beyond what the game's graphics were capable of. In fact the first Quake figure I acquired in the line was a female marine which to my knowledge doesn't show up in the game at all, but seems at home with the idea of the story for the game since it's about a mass-scale retaliatory invasion by Earth of the alien's desolate home world. Despite the game featuring only a first person perspeWhatever Happened to World Building?1 year ago in Personal More Like This
The Privileged Feminist and the WomanShe was a feminist, born free,The Privileged Feminist and the Woman1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
while she was a woman born over seas.
She was the feminist who went to school,
while she was the woman who paid unrightful dues.
She was the feminist who went to college,
while she was the woman forced to work without knowledge.
She was the feminist who preached her corrupted views,
She was the woman whose homeland was on the news.
She was the feminist who spoke her annoying mind,
She was the woman who could only be at peace inside.
She was the feminist who could walk freely,
She was the woman that would get beaten weekly.
She was the feminist who blamed men for everything,
She was the woman who was forced to bare men's offspring.
She was the feminist who could chose her life
She was the woman who didn't make it past twenty five.
She is the feminist who is blind to the world,
who only cares for herself, her life is like a pearl,
She is the woman who cannot show her face,
as an excuse to be modest, faithful and chaste.
She is the feminist who is ignorant t
When Fans Care More than CreatorsThere's an odd but sadly understandable trend in entertainment: fans who care more about the productions they enjoy then the creators do. An exemplar of this recently is the 'brony' phenomena in which the complete opposite demographic of a children's television show (older males as opposed to younger females) latched on to the stories and characters of My Little Pony generation four.When Fans Care More than Creators3 years ago in Personal More Like This
As one reviewer put it sneeringly 'This is Derpy Hooves. She is clumsy, likes muffins and she has a daughter named Ditzy. And no, none of this is ever explicitly stated by the show. Its all creations by fan cannon.'
To him this seemed like something to scorn. Fans creating their own connections? Poppycock.
But its a more and more prevalent indication of the vast gulf between writer and fan which has admittedly always existed but now more then ever seems a little outdated.
Why can't creators care about their productions as much as fans do?
Now My Little Pony has a monkey on its shoulder. If you'd never hear
The Importance of a Living Setting'Here they have one of the marvels of the Northern World, and what do they say of it? Caves, they say! Caves! Holes to fly to in time of war, to store fodder in! My good Legolas, do you know that the caverns of Helm's Deep are vast and beautiful? There would be an endless pilgrimage of Dwarves, merely to gaze at them, if such things were known to be. Aye indeed, they would pay pure gold for a brief glance!'The Importance of a Living Setting1 year ago in Personal More Like This
- Gimli from The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
James Cameron's Avatar I've complained about on more than one occasion but I cannot deny the following: it was almost unanimously critically praised and it made a staggering amount of money back despite it's massive budget, even adjusting for inflation. Movies have been more successful in the past, but recently Avatar is the only smash-hit blockbuster to come along for years now. Even Michael Bay's Transformers films, Nolan's Batman saga, and Josh Whedon's Avengers movie wasn't able to reach the lofty heights of fame and fortune thi
Birth Control? No Thanks!Why do I detest artificial birth control so much? This is a controversial question since in society today, artificial birth control is seen as the ultimate weapon for women's rights, and is what keeps us from the "dark ages" of slaving away at home with 13 kids hanging off our arms. However, I believe birth control really isn't all it's cracked up to be. Do I really need birth control to be an independent, free woman? Is the ability to have sex without kids via hormonal chemicals really paramount to having the right to vote and the right to freedom of speech?Birth Control? No Thanks!2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
My answer is no. I abhor the whole industry and culture surrounding artificial birth control, and I have medical, cultural/societal, and religious reasons to think this way.
I don't care how much "safer" birth control pills are getting, or how easy-to-use and safe an IUD can be: they still work against my body's natural rhythms and thus still contain ri
The True Nature of Vampires Linette hurled the book at the wall and it collided with a resounding clap before slumping, rumpled and defeated, to the ground. “I never!” she exclaimed, her plump cheeks reddening with anger, fists balled by her sides.The True Nature of Vampires3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Harlan stirred and lazily directed his gaze at the enraged girl. He wondered to himself if she knew how silly she looked, all puffed up and angry, her pale lips pouted and bright eyes narrowed. It was especially difficult to see her as threatening in her dark Lolita styled dress with its puffed skirts and doll like appearance.
As if it was a great effort to speak, he slowly opened his mouth. “What has upset you so, lovely Linette?” he asked in his leisurely, deep voice. He spoke softly, but Linette heard him.
“That… she… ugh!” The girl was so utterly frustrated that she couldn’
God and P.e.T.A.And after many of years since He created the world, God heard complaints coming from his beloved man.God and P.e.T.A.10 years ago in Humor More Like This
"God, my neighbor has stolen a calf and is mistreating it," said the man. "I don't want any man to own and mistreat any animal. I will stick with my promise. Smite the Farmer!"
And God went to the Farmer. "Farmer, have you stolen a calf when I have given you plenty the herbs and crops to feed on?"
The Farmer looked up to God and said, "No, I haven't God. My old ox has died and I went to the trader. I saw this young calf with cuts on its barrel and sores on its hooves. I traded half my crops to save this poor animal. In return, when the calf has grown into a healthy ox, the ox will work for me in the field for the same many hours I tend to my crops. It shall be fed and sheltered like myself. And if I ever hurt this beast intentionally, may I be smited."
God understood and with this returned back to heaven.
And then years later, He heard another complaint from his beloved man.
PoHA Shorts 1Black JackPoHA Shorts 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The sounds of the front door being opened and a very grumpy Poleepkwa were heard from the main room. A second, cheerier voice was heard, recognized by all as Jasper. A few people turned and watched as the well-known cinnamon colored alien walked in, accompanying a big black and red alien, which shot a couple glances at the others in the room. "*What are you thinking, meeting with humans?!" He hissed to his friend as he tensed up, ready for someone to ambush him.
Jasper chuckled at Jack's reaction. "*I've already told you that it's fine. They're friends, and good ones at that."
Black Jack scanned the room again, noting where everyone was. One of the humans stood and walked up to him, holding his hand out.
"Hello. I'm Rineke, founder of PoHA. You are?"
"*Jack," He said, looking Rineke in the eyes.
Rineke slowly pulled his hand back. "So, you're the Jack that Jasper's been talking about. It's nice to finally meet you." A couple people in the back nodded in agreement, say
Anti Mary-SueI glared at my opponant, scythe in one hand, a chain leash in the other. There was a breeze (stupid dramatic wind!) and it, also known as my opponant, giggle, her so called "golden tresses that go sparkle sparkle!" flying around. My ruddy hair seemed dull in comparison, but I fricking liked it that way. I shiver in thought of being like her. My long coat was black, her bows were hot pink . I was wearing boots; she was wearing high heels. I had jeans and a tee shit, she had frilly ballgown was pink and sparkled on, and that matched the shoes. I had on a fedora, she had on her tiara. My brown eyes stared into her "baby blue orbs," Then, she spoke.Anti Mary-Sue7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Where's you're brother Ellie?" She asked, her voice seemingly like bells and chimes. I winced at the sound. I frowned.
"Why should I tell you? You know everything." She sighed.
"Ellie, Ellie, Ellie! It's called manors! I was being polite!" I rolled my eyes.
"Well then, will you be polight enough to leave this story? The au