Many have lamented the state of the youth. “Kids today…”. However during one conversation not too long ago I recall my friend saying something along the lines of, “I don’t think it’s that bad, people have saying that stuff for generations, yeah it changes but it’s not so bad as they make it out to be”.
And to an extent that’s true, it goes as far back as Socrates himself.
The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers.
So obviously it’s a bit overblown, however that doesn’t stop individual societies from eventually collapsing, always due to their liberalization and softening. The decline is predictable.
So at a certain point it has to come true.
If you missed the story, Bronies are a cult of mostly young men who have gotten in touch with their inner girl children. They are all enamored of a television show and line of toys called My Little Pony… to a point that is beyond bizarre. They dress up as Brother Ponies and prance around with their fellow Bronies.
But Bronies represent a novel variation on the theme: Like so many American men, they wish to be forever suspended in childhood. Except this time, they want to be 6-year-old girls. Bronies have, in fact, come to embody what pop sociologists call the New Sincerity Movement. The thinking goes that the smirky ironic detachment of recent decades—pretending to embrace low-culture totems for laughs—has grown stale. Now that the Internet has fragmented the culture into a million pieces, helping every maladjusted shut-in to realize his natural level of eccentricity, the only way for a self-respecting hipster or a Zuckerbergian alpha-nerd (the tribe that now runs the world) to distinguish himself is to enthuse over his enthusiasms without detachment or apology. Even if that means grown men writing Twilight Sparkle fan fiction or cutting bad electronica songs with titles like, “I Might Be a Brony.” You might find it funny, but they’re not joking.
Obviously, it has nothing to do with sincerity. When you pretend to be something you are not—and an adult male who behaves like a 6-year-old girl qualifies—you are not being sincere. You are being a fraud. The fact that you are willing to advertise your aberrant behavior in public makes it worse, not better. It shows, as Labash explains, that Bronies are unapologetic and shameless.
Go visit the link and read the whole article for the full analysis.
We have reached that certain point and I for one am pretty darn pissed off that I have to suffer through it.