When you get married and move in with someone, there is a learning curve. Not only do you need to learn to schedule sleeping, showering, eating, laundry, and all those basic life things, but you also learn all of the weird little things that are part of your spouse’s identity. Often these things weren’t super obvious when you were dating. SURPRISE.
For Ryan, I imagine he had to get used to the way I spaz run/yell when I realize I’m running late or excited, my enthusiastic Just Dance every day after school, and how vital it is that I never get cold. I turn into the White Witch.
For me, I would have never guessed I would ever know so much about the online gaming community. I knew The Beard played StarCraft when we dated, but usually he did that after he got home from hanging out with me. Once we were married and living together, it became part of my life too. I can now proudly say that I know the entire timeline of Blizzard Games, I’ve played League of Legends (and I’m terrible at it) and I understand the legacy of Tassadar.
But here’s the most disturbing thing. My Little Pony – Friendship is Magic. Yes. You read that right. Apparently, and I still can’t explain this, the active demographic of viewers for this show are males age 15-35. Gamers.
Does this make sense to anyone? No. Because it’s inexplicable. Before you ask me, no, there aren’t any sexual innuendos, secret meanings, coded messages, etc. It’s a real cartoon aimed at little girls. But somehow these men started watching it and love it.
They fondly refer to themselves as “Bronies.”
I watched part of an episode on Netflix with the Beard on Saturday. It’s a pretty cute show, all about the magic of friendship, being nice, being yourself and all that jazz. Still, though, I don’t understand why these Bronies keep watching it and more importantly, HOW IN THE WORLD DID THEY START WATCHING IT?
This is a real thing, you guys. I don’t understand it. I can’t explain it. But I love The Beard. Even if he watches little girl cartoons. I watch 60s Star Trek and love Hannibal the Cannibal, so I guess I can’t talk…