My Little Pony: Friendship is Racism? by Dahila-Mockery, literature
Literature
My Little Pony: Friendship is Racism?
My Little Pony=Racism?
Now this has been bothering me for a while. I never thought it was a big deal but certain things have convinced me that this needs to be talked about.
Now a while back, some idiot on Ms. Magazine said that MLP promotes homophobia and racism. Most fans of the show would agree that this woman is an idiot and I thought she was crazy. However, recently, I've seen some things that have worried me.
In a chat, someone said they hated it when people drew the MLP cast as humans. Now it wasn't the fact they were humans that bothered them. No, it was the fact that some people tend to give the human ponies different skin tones.
Lets talk about My Little Pony!
I might loose viewers because of this.
First off, I actually like this show. Why? Well it's cute, it's good good characters and what's this? A show aimed towards females that is actually good?
When it comes to show catered towards girl, they tend to be super, girly, frilly messes. The characters are so one dimensional, they act like air heads and the only conflicts they have are not having a date for the prom. What's wrong with having strong, interesting, smart female characters?
This break this down a little.
The last decent girl show we had was Powerpuff Girls. After that, the only other girly show we g
Mockery's Beauty Rant by Dahila-Mockery, literature
Literature
Mockery's Beauty Rant
Let's talk about beauty and health.
Now before we start, I think there is nothing wrong with being skinny. I have a problem with sending yourself to an early grave by starving yourself and working out until you pass out.
I've noticed that our media tends to focus solely on the skinny people when they're advertising beauty. Yeah Gwen Stefani and Angelia Jolie are some choice pieces of meat, don't get me wrong but we don't we see Oprah advertising or Christy Allie? That seems unfair because both of those women are extremely beautiful.
I get bothered that people have been brain washed that only skinny women are beautiful or have value. Why ca
The Night for Jinney by Dahila-Mockery, literature
Literature
The Night for Jinney
The Night
Shadow looked at himself in the mirror. Was his tie crooked? No, it looked straight enough. Did Rachel like red or should I go with the purple tie? Maybe I could wash my hair again. Wait, where are going to eat again? It's a place with a name.
Shadow growled and shook his head as he tried to think. Why was he so nervous? He had taken Rachel on dates. Why would this one be any different? Okay, so the setting was different and they were getting dressed up. It wasn't that different from any of their other dates.
Or was it?
Shadow knew he should be calm but he just couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness. He took ano
Tiana the Beauty of France-5 by Dahila-Mockery, literature
Literature
Tiana the Beauty of France-5
Tiana slowly opened the bedroom door. Quietly as she could, she slipped out into the hallway. Everything was quiet but that did little to calm her nerves. Still, she was tired of moping around her room. Besides, she had never been in an enchanted castle before. What was the harm in poking around anyways?
Tiana tiptoed down the way, making sure that the castle's owner was nowhere in sight. She never saw him though so she continued her journey. There was a small rumble from her stomach. She placed a hand on her belly; maybe skipping dinner wasn't such a smart move. Where was the kitchen? She could just rustle something up and no one
Tiana the Beauty of France-4 by Dahila-Mockery, literature
Literature
Tiana the Beauty of France-4
Chapter Four
"How dare she!" Gaston was enraged. "Who does that little yankee think she is?"
"Yeah, darn American woman!" Le Fou tried to cheer Gaston up. "Can I get you anything? Some ale?"
"It's no use! Nothing helps." Gaston sighed.
"Someone having lady troubles?"
Gaston looked up. Standing before him was a tall, slim made wearing all black. On his head was a fancy top hat with a red feather and he leaned on a cane. He smiled, showing a small gap between his teeth. There was something extremely familiar about him but Gaston couldn't put his finger on it.
"Hey, can't you see Gaston's in a funk?" Le Fou asked. "He's not taking