I was walking back to the convention
center with my son. Coming the other way, a girl of about ten or eleven walking
with her family threw her arms open for us as if we were long lost friends. We
were complete strangers, but she hugged us both.
"Fees Brony hugs!" she said,
then walked on.
This scene (far from the only
unsolicited hug I got at Bronycon) illustrates the My Little Pony community as
well as anything else.
I'm not a Brony, but my son is. He
begged us half a year ago to take him to Bronycon. I ignored him for awhile; at
his age passions come and go. But he was persistent, so eventually I bought
tickets. It was in Baltimore this year,
or "Baltimare" as it says on the badge.
I'm not going to tell you what a Brony
is like as if you don't know. But it's important to emphasize that Bronies are
first and foremost fans of the currently running "My Little Pony:
Friendship is Magic" series, run by Lauren Faust; the rest is
supplemental. In preparation for the con, I watched a few episodes with my son,
the ones he said were significant (the two Nightmare Moon episodes that began
the series and the first two episodes with Discord) along with a few others.
It's a very good show. There is no doubt
it's made for little girls, but the quality of the art, the music, the writing
and the voice acting are all top notch. That doesn't make it a rarity today,
necessarily. We are living in a golden age of kids' TV. Shows like
"Phineas and Ferb," "Adventure Time," "Legend of
Korra" and many others stand head and shoulders over the crap they were
making for kids in my generation. The difference was made clear in
"Riffing is Magic," an event we attended Friday night in which the wretched
old 80s My Little Pony show was played, accompanied by MST3K quips from the
panel. So there are a lot of good kids shows today, but they don't have a fan
base that will put together a con and attend it in the thousands. Why does
MLP:FIM?
After seeing thousands of Bronies
together this weekend, I'm beginning to understand.
The first thing we went to was the vendor's area, which I'll
talk about later. We looked around, and Jeff was fairly restrained about
wanting to buy things. I told him he could buy some stuff, but to look around
and make sure he knew what he wanted because we couldn't spend a lot.
The next thing we went to was a woodcarving panel, because
Jeff has become interested in carving. It was mostly a demonstration; the man
who led the panel was carving a figure of Luna's "cutie mark," the
brand that each pony has to distinguish her personality or special quality. He
gave some guidance (bass wood is the best wood to start with, apparently). But
much of the time he was just carving into a camera and talking about his
favorite ponies. "Is this boring?" he asked at one point, and the
crowd responded urgently to the contrary. "What else are we here for?" someone
said.
We took a break after that and spent some time in the hotel,
since for a kid Jeff's age that's a thrill in itself. When we came back, it was
time for the first night of Bronypalooza, the Brony concert of the year.
As with a number of events, Bronypalooza began with a long
line through switchback barriers. As with all of them, the line was practically
unnecessary: once the event was opened you could just walk straight in without
waiting at all. But for the bronies the line was its own pleasure. Because of
the barriers, you kept walking back and forth past the same people, and every
time was an opportunity for a "bro-hoof," the MLP fist-bump that was
the universal greeting here.
Bronypalooza itself is a lot like any other rock concert. It
was pro-level in every way: there were huge colored track lights, enormous
thumping speakers and really good bands in every genre. There was a boy-band
pair whose name I can't remember, followed by an acoustic singer-songwriter
named (I think) MondoPony. On Saturday night there was a metal band playing a
Metallica-like song about Discord and a number of dubstep DJs (especially the
amazing Alex S.) who would be right at home in the best dance clubs I've ever
been in. You might forget where you are for a moment until someone started
singing "Everypony Smile" and all the young men earnestly start in.
And you noticed they were all holding Pinkie Pie plushies.
Consider the degree of rebellion in what
they are holding in their hands. At that age, there is an enormous pressure to prove one's
masculinity. This is why young men do so much of the stupid shit they do, sex
and violence and rock and roll. Becoming a Brony is, among other things, a big
FU to the expectations of what a young man in America ought to be. But is it so
surprising? What kind of rebellion is left for this generation? Everything has
been done: grow your hair long, get high, fight and march and stick baby pins
through your cheek. It seems there's nothing left, and then a bunch of young
men embrace a TV show made for 6 year old girls.
When I say embrace, I mean it. This is
not ironic; that's been done. To wear a faded t-shirt with faded My Little Pony
characters and a rainbow to a punk rock show is the kind of thing my generation
specialized in back in the 90s. We might have even watched the show and argued
over which pony was the best, if we'd been high enough.
What we never would have done, while
standing in line for 30 minutes waiting to get into a show, is
enthusiastiacally chant, "fun, fun, fun," and mean it. I know I keep coming back to this, but the most foreign
thing about this to me, as an irony-numbed Gen-X veteran of the 90s, is the utter
sincerity of the whole thing.
There is a difference here too. In the Bob's Burgers "Equestranaut"
episode, a creepy middle-aged fan scams
Tina out of her rare pony figure, because he greedily wants to own all the best
figures. One with any experience of other fandoms can see why one would expect at
least some MLP fans to be this way. I couldn't help be reminded of the moment
when my son and another man went for the last Pinkie Pie plushie at a vendor's
table. But when the man saw that Jeff wanted it, he said, "Oh, you have
it," and Jeff responded with, "No, you," and they went back and
forth that way like Chip and Dale. Finally they agreed on a game of rock,
paper, scissors, which Jeff won.
But the wide range of
hand-made plushies and hand-drawn art is only a beginning of the creativity on
display at Bronycon. In addition to the bands playing at Bronypalooza there was
a second stage for less well-known bands that was occupied all day, every day.
MLP has a huge amount of fan-made animation, much of which was being shown on
various screens. As a break from the first day of Bronypalooza we saw films
where entire episodes of Disney shows (including the commercials) were overlaid
with clips from MLP. But there are also entire hand-drawn episodes of nearly
equal quality to the original show. There is an entire stable of fan-created
ponies with their own fanbase. There are spectacular hand-drawn music videos,
some of popular songs, some of dubstep like that of Alex S., and some of the
enormous number of songs written by Brony musicians. There are video games,
including an entire remake of Super Smash Bros. Brawl featuring the MLP
characters.
Then of course there's the
cosplay. That leads me to the cosplay contest, which was later on Saturday. I'm
jumping around in time a bit now, but I noticed something at the cosplay
contest that connected to something I saw at Bronypalooza as well.
The costumes were impressive,
no doubt. I'm sure it's better at Comic-Con (though some of the costumes had
probably been worn there recently enough as well). They got big cheers, of
course. But just after a spectacular hand-made Twilight Sparkle costume would
go up, someone would go on with a few things they'd obviously just bought at
the vendor. And people cheered them nearly as much. It was the same during the
concert. A dance pit would open up and someone would throw down some
spectacular hip-hop dancing. But then right after a regular schmoe would go in
and flop around no better than I would be capable of. And everyone would be
just as happy for them.
And that illustrates what
makes MLP:FIM different, I think. That's
what gives it a fan base that will throw a con that 20,000 people will attend. Because
unlike most of the other high-quality kids' shows on Nickelodeon or Disney, it
is not drenched in irony. It can be funny, but it does not throw in clever
pop-culture references that only adults will get. For a long time it's been an
open secret kids' cartoons have two audiences: little kids and stoned adults,
and the makers of most shows take that into account. But MLP:FIM is not really
made for stoners. Instead it drew a different kind of adult audience: people
who really believe in friendship and caring and loyalty.
And that's what leads to the
open-arms inclusion of everybody that comes. In the Equestria con in Bob's
Burgers the attendees are almost all creepy middle-aged men. In fact, the
majority of the Bronies at the convention were guys between fifteen and thirty
or so. There were plenty of guys my age and older, and boys Jeff's age (11) and
younger.
There were a significiant
number of women and girls as well, by my eyes maybe thirty or forty percent. The
brony community is sometimes described as "young men who like MLP and
their admirers," but these weren't all or even mostly Bronies' girlfriends.
Some of them were teen girls and young women, and a significant portion were
what is known in the MLP community as the "original fan base," i.e.
little girls -- and why not? Sometimes it was hard to tell the difference, and
it's possible that given the size of the MLP community now it's easy to imagine
going straight from being a little girl who braids an MLP's mane straight to
being a full-on Pegasister.
The point was, contrary to
Tina's Equestria experience, everyone is just as welcome here. That's why a 10
year old girl feels comfortable hugging a strange man and his son in the
street.
I'm not going to say I know
nothing creepy happened to anyone. I know cons and I know young men, and
anything wrong that went down wouldn't have happened to someone like me.
Hopefully the con has a good harassment policy and it was enforced when
necessary.
But this really was different
from other cons I've been to, from the people offering random bro-hooves to
anyone they saw to the young women and men walking around saying "free
hugs!" -- and really giving them.
There was another night of
Bronycon, and Jeff cleaned up like Texas Slim at the Appaloosa Hold 'Em game.
He got an autograph of one of his favorite animators, Animated James, at the
quiz panel "You Don't Know Applejack." We saw more animation and
music and the cosplay show.
The last event we attended on
Sunday was a Brony census; in addition to all the other arts practiced by
Bronies, some of them are hard-working statisticians. I don't know how good the
data is, since much of it is from online surveys. But I think the answers
people gave were probably useful enough to say something.
Some of it wasn't surprising.
Bronies tend to come from the upper middle class, and the majority are from
families whose parents aren't divorced. The majority are white, and most are men.
I saw a larger percentage of nonwhite Bronies than the statistics here
suggested, but then again the con was in Baltimore, which is more than 60%
Black. Their mean age is 21, and most are between 10 and 30. 72% live with
their parents, but that's not so surprising since a lot of them are teenagers
or college students.
One might expect that a large
percentage of people who participate in something that challenges gender
expectations so much are gay or trans, but by the survey answers these
populations are no more highly represented than in the general population: 81%
of Bronies identify as heterosexual, and almost all are cisgender. 25% are in
relationships of 12 months or more, but again I don't think that's atypical for
middle class males in that age range.
There is always that bittersweet moment at the
end of a con where you check to make sure you have your badge on only to
realize you won't be needing it anymore. I saw it in Jeff's eyes once, and was
surprised to be feeling the same way myself. One of the first thing Jeff said
as we were leaving was "where is the next one?"
I know Jeff had the time of
his life; he told me as much. I had more fun than I ever expected, as well. A
lot of it was just the pleasure of spending a whole weekend with my favorite
person in the world, my son. But a lot of it was meeting a group of people that
have challenged my idea of what it is to be a young man.
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