A comment posted to the previous Furries are Frickin’ Weird post:
I don’t attend Anthrocon because it’s on the wrong goddamned end of the country, but surfing Technorati for these kind of overblown reactions to it a lot of fun.
Here in California nerd society is what drives the economy, and nobody even blinks at these kind of conventions. Our big annual furry con, Further Confusion, is held in San Jose where it’s no secret that some of silicon valley’s biggest brains like to wear ears and tails.
If a furry con in your city is the biggest dose of weirdness you squares have ever gotten, I honestly feel kind of sorry for you!
Right, he’s just sitting there, deep in Halo, feeling very very honestly and genuinely sorry for us Burghers that look at large crowds of humans wearing full fursuits in 90 degree weather and say, “Frickin’ weirdos.”
To prove to him that I’m not a square, I’m going to make fun of the Furries some more. Yay, me!
1. Here’s one from KDKA:
That dog-faced bunny rabbit ate Rapunzel!
2. The Power Rangers have really let themselves go.
3. You might not want to look directly at this for too long because that costume could totes induce a seizure.
Somebody raided the fursuit dump. Gawd bless America.
4. Dear Cookie Monster:
Might want to lay off the lip collagen.
Jeff Reed, is that you?!
Here’s the thing, people write and say, Hey, why hate on Furries?! They’re just nerds.
Dudes. I have friends that are nerds, friends that are geeks and friends that are dorks (personally, dorks are my favorite. Srsly.), but not a single one of them uses a litter box, yiffs other furries, or plays with balls of yarn … like they mean it.
And other people write me and say, HEY! Furries are just the spice of life!
I say, no, Trekkies might be the cilantro in our pico de gallo and die-hard gamers might be the cumin in our tortilla soup, but Furries are the raisins in our spaghetti.