“Sylvester and Daffy Duck had speech impediments, why is there no hysteria over them?”
Because the speech impediment isn’t integral to their concept as an ableist stereotype. Because they had a purpose and an idea other than “lol suspiciously disabled looking useless person”. Because they were not Derpy Hooves, in short. They were not pieces of the nightmares of most people with a life like mine splattered with tasteless cartoon paint and splattered on a wall to a roar of silent canned laughter.
So they were not edited after an uproar by disabled groups. But you wouldn’t think of that, would you? With the recycled spew of privileged ignorance that passes for your thoughts on this, you would never think of that, would you, internet whiner? It would never occur to you that perhaps people who live with something day in and day out, study it, survive under ceaseless assault by it, might know more about it than you.
They “don’t know what the internet is”. They’re certainly not among your “fellow bronies”. They certainly didn’t watch the entire first season in one sitting on YouTube, and being “soccer moms”, they’re evidently not me. That’s the real crux of this, isn’t it? They’re not me, and they’re not anyone like me. They don’t spend days with clumsy bodies and confused minds, aren’t quietly haunted by words like “retard”.
I’d say it’s interesting that you baselessly jump to that conclusion, with a careless, droll tone, if I were more calm and sophisticated. As it is, I just want to scream at you for being so smug and filled with businesslike, angry faux-reason in your ability to fire miles wide of the mark and proclaim a bullseye. To, in more academic terms, come up with a strawman fallacy.
To vindicate me, because your view of people like me doesn’t include the ability to have an opinion about or an argument against an aspect of the thing we all have in common. It’s soccer moms and non-bronies and anyone, anyone but us.