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An epic My Little Pony drama, in pictures, with captions.
My ponies had a complex social hierarchy involving 6-8-year-old me's concept of feudalism, wherein only the ponies belonging to me were royalty, and all my sister's ponies were "commoners." It took her until I was in college to figure this out (when we broke the ponies back out to let our younger cousin play with them).
Alas, my mom gave all but a handfull of them away a couple years ago. Before that, we had had nearly thirty of them. They lived in a strange, predominantly female society, with only two men and a lot of fatherless pony children (the rest of the ponies' husbands were in the military and permenantly deployed, because this was less sad than their being dead). But all the fatherless pony children (who had gender parity, because a baby pony can be any gender you want them to be, unlike the adult ponies and "male" clydestales, whose gender was marked) were very thoroughly baptised. They had pony church with communion, too.
And they never tragically died of tuberculosis because their (same-gendered) best friends didn't love them enough. That only happened to the Barbies. There was lots of vaguely lesbian pining and Victorian Novel-style illness in Barbie land. Also abusive boyfriends, stalkers, and Ken having a criminal record. I have no clue where ten-year-old me even got "pining=death by consumption" from; I didn't read any actual Victorian fiction until I was eleven (unless Howard Pyle counts).
My ponies had a complex social hierarchy involving 6-8-year-old me's concept of feudalism, wherein only the ponies belonging to me were royalty, and all my sister's ponies were "commoners." It took her until I was in college to figure this out (when we broke the ponies back out to let our younger cousin play with them).
Alas, my mom gave all but a handfull of them away a couple years ago. Before that, we had had nearly thirty of them. They lived in a strange, predominantly female society, with only two men and a lot of fatherless pony children (the rest of the ponies' husbands were in the military and permenantly deployed, because this was less sad than their being dead). But all the fatherless pony children (who had gender parity, because a baby pony can be any gender you want them to be, unlike the adult ponies and "male" clydestales, whose gender was marked) were very thoroughly baptised. They had pony church with communion, too.
And they never tragically died of tuberculosis because their (same-gendered) best friends didn't love them enough. That only happened to the Barbies. There was lots of vaguely lesbian pining and Victorian Novel-style illness in Barbie land. Also abusive boyfriends, stalkers, and Ken having a criminal record. I have no clue where ten-year-old me even got "pining=death by consumption" from; I didn't read any actual Victorian fiction until I was eleven (unless Howard Pyle counts).