There is a guy on Twitter who is railing against Bronies… now it’s not my cup of tea either, much in the same way that a punk rocker might think of “The Sound Of Music”.
My thoughts are that if you’re going to use your energy to be mad at something, use it for goodness, instead of evil-ness.
There’s a hell of a lot of bastards out there, people who swindle, abuse, kill wildlife for shits and giggles, poison the planet, tell people via their newspapers that scientists are cranks, and peddlers of religion.
If you’re going to have a crack at someone, go for these people.
I think there’s far too much “Normal” these days, as Huey Lewis once declared, It’s Hip to be Square. It’s a sorrowful time getting around and looking at people who are too afraid to be themselves. and listening to music which is as plain and dull as beige wallpaper.
But it’s safe, and people won’t laugh at you, will they?
Nobody wants to be a freak, freaks are bad.
If this is so, then why do your kids put pictures of freaks up on their walls, The Actors, The Singers, The Sportspeople, Women with massive knockers.
Nobody puts pictures of Plumbers or Accountants on their walls, unless they’re family, do they?
Funny how being odd is acceptable, if it’s hidden away behind a screen or on a record.
In the 80s, Homophobia was rife, and yet every other record we loved and listened to, was by a gay performer.
Ian McKellen said the reason he decided to be an actor, was because he was gay, and he wanted to remain gay, and he knew that the only place he’d be accepted as gay, was the theatre.
When I was at The School of Audio Engineering in St Kilda, My classes were at night, and Mum and Dad would drive me there, and wait for me until the class was over.
It was the mid 80s, and My Parents received quite an education, Punk rockers with colourful mohawks and leathers covered in badges, Men walking together, one with his hand down the others back pocket, Butch Lesbian ladies and all sorts of other oddities of the human race.
What has happened to us, We’re too afraid of who we are, too happy to be some manufactured, shallow, too pure to be true, Brady Bunch people.
Perhaps we’ve forgotten how to do it.
What a terrible shame.