My Little Pony
*Runs away covering face.*
*Is pushed back to blog by certain someones who will remain unnamed.*
Okay, the art and characters are adorable.
Fine, since the characters can actually sing, the songs are bearable.
Sure, it's downright funny at times.
Alright, although it has lessons at the end, they're not sugar-wafer-sprinkle-covered-lessons dripping with chocolate syrup and shoved down your throat by a giggling protagonist.
However, the fact that I found myself watching ten episodes in a day doesn't explain why guys like it (and were the ones insisting I watch it). I mean, I'm a girl. I'm just never going to have as much manliness as the opposite gender. No matter how I deny and ignore its whispers, the Barbie aisle is always going to have some sort of weird pull on me. So the fact that a bouncing, squeaky little pink pony obsessed over lollipops somehow fascinates me isn't entirely surprising.
But men? Men! What happened to you!? My faith in the stronger gender is shattered! ;.;