Every day people go in to work at jobs they can’t afford to quit with co-workers who make a genuine effort to bully and humiliate them. Too often, fighting back isn’t an option, and even if it is, it’s not guaranteed to make a difference.
People would break down in front of me and tearfully explain all the reasons why a good person would risk their job and willfully ignore company policy (and maybe even break the law) in order to help them out just this one time.
Like many folks out there who avoid sites like 4chan as if they’re a Big Momma & Medea team up movie specifically designed by evil Hollywood scientists to give you syphilis, I first heard reports of a growing cult of adult “My Little Pony” enthusiasts about a year ago.
Nobody wants to be in the “Friend Zone,” where you can’t get your freak on and girls do terrible things like be themselves with you or (EVEN WORSE!) share their pink, heart-dotted-i, cootie-covered girly girl feelings.
I try to avoid throwing out accusations of “misogyny,” but it is hard for me not to think that the reason so many male viewers seem to object so strongly to these films is because they’re the rare example where they are expected to spend the entire length of the movie identifying with a female protagonist.
As strange as it was working a job where 95 percent of the transactions I performed could be honestly concluded with a polite, “Have a nice self-induced orgasm!” I quickly came to realize that the average customer wasn’t a gross, disgusting pervert, but just a normal, lonely dude.