Sunday, March 23, 2014

Brony Love

I want to take a brief moment to discuss just how weird some of my students are.

One of my senior varsity football players also happens to be a Brony.

What's a Brony?

That would be a male who openly watches and enjoys the most modern CARTOON of "My Little Pony." Yes, you remember the show from the 1980's, but there's a new version with similar pony characters, but they have the new anime-giant-eyes thing happening.

There are conventions, apparently, where these folks meet and discuss ... something about the shows. What exactly this entails is beyond even my imagination.

As far as the class project went, this student made considerable effort of integrating this kiddie cartoon as a legitimate and worthy source of media. He was making Hamlet references for Christ's sake.
None of these people are actually students of mine, but you get the picture.

So, what makes a kid a Brony? I have no fucking idea.

However, I would also like to point out that one day this same kid left to use the restroom (with permission, of course) and came back with a large, clear plastic bag filled with kale. I really only happened to notice because he was munching away on it as he returned. 

Me: "Brony, what the hell are you eating?"

Brony: "Kale!" Munch, munch, munch.

Me: ?

Brony: "Don't worry. I just bought it. I'm going to make a kale dip when I get home."

Apparently our culinary students were selling food items that hadn't been used as ingredients during the lunch service, and my kid happened upon them in the hall. For one dollar, Brony got a big bag of crunchy, raw kale. 

What happened to good old fashioned drug deals? 

Damn hippie kids.