It's funny. A lot of people in my life know of my... brony-ism. (Brony-ness?) My family, my coworkers, my classmates, my professors, my extended family, my friends: they figured out my love of diminutive equines eventually. And you know what? None of them have a problem with it. Not one of them has given me the slightest bit of grief for it. They don't even tease me about it! It's just like, "Oh, you like ponies? That's cool." And honestly, I think that's pretty darn cool of them.



But. The only people who have voiced their disapproval... are little girls. I've been called "pony creep." Jeers have been tossed my way. And my manliness has been questioned. By little girls. I never really know how to react to that.