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“Harmony,” Celestia said, “is a foreign country.”
Twilight looked up to her mentor, then down to the table between them. She had a plate and chopsticks, as did Celestia, and sitting in the middle of the table was a tray of immaculate sushi rolls. Each was a perfect cylinder, their wraps so tight and smooth one could mistake the seaweed for plastic. The rice was bone-white, and the fish a great profusion of colors: red and blues, greens and yellows, fusions and gradients and rainbows rendered in uncooked flesh.
But Celestia hadn’t taken any, so Twilight hadn’t taken any either. She had considered if, perhaps, she was supposed to eat first.
But when her stomach growled, and Celestia showed no reaction, she thought the better of it. Her chopsticks sat untouched.
“I am,” Twilight finally said, “not wise enough to grasp this lesson.”
“We often admire foreigners,” Celestia said. “Do we not?”
“No?” Twilight frowed. “Do we? I had not thought them admirable.”
“And yet, when you wished to study pyromancy, who was your teacher?”
“Ember, a dragon.” Twilight’s wings ruffled against her sides, despite her best attempts to hold them still. “But that is only because of their innate abilities. They are a primitive, savage people.”
“So they are. And yet, you asked one to make you more like her. To teach you her art, for as fire is fickle and destructive and cruel, so must a good pyromancer comprehend savagery. You criticize her with your words, but admire her with your actions.”
“This is so,” Twilight said.
“And when your friend Applejack beggared herself to take in neighbors in need of shelter, you called her actions foolish, and admonished her to protect her own family first. And yet, you brought her blankets, and food, and with your magic kept her house warm. And so you criticize her harmony with your words, but admire it with your actions.”
“That is…” Twilight’s stomach growled again. She had a cup of water, which was hers and hers alone, but it still sat where the servants had left it. “That is true, I suppose. Ponies often criticize those who do the right thing.”
“And we often fear foreigners,” Celestia said. “Do we not?”
“Obviously.” Twilight said the word quickly, but paused before going on, taking the time to think before she spoke. “But I do not fear harmony.”
“Why did you object to the inclusion of earth pony students in your academic classes?”
“I didn’t want them to drag down my grades.”
Celestia considered Twilight, her expression neither approved nor judging, but carefully neutral. Only the length and focus of her stare showed how closely she was considering her student. “Why not?”
“Because I…” Twilight bit her lip. “It’s important to me. That I get the best grades.”
“You feared losing something you treasured.”
A hot blush appeared in Twilight’s face, and her gaze went down to her hooves. “I’m sorry, I…” She rubbed one hoof over her opposite leg. “I didn’t mean to. I mean, not that I didn’t know. What I was doing. And I know it upset you. I just didn’t think…”
Her stomach growled again, loud enough she knew Celestia must have heard. And yet, her mentor’s expression remained passive. “Please,” Twilight said, “can we eat now?”
“The third respect,” Celestia replied, “in which harmony is as a foreign country, is that most ponies think they understand it, but in fact, they know only a collection of cliches, which are generally inaccurate. Of course you can eat, Twilight. You could have eaten at any time.”
Twlight’s horn glowed, and her chopsticks glowed, but where they should have gracefully floated through the air to the servant tray, they instead hopped like insects. They flew across the table, and scattered across the opposite floor. And there was Twilight, left where she sat, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open half an inch.
“The chopsticks,” Celestia said, “are made of rowan wood. They cannot be levitated.”
“But it’s impossible to use chopsticks with your teeth,” Twilight said.
“That is correct.” Celestia leaned across the table, and took a sushi roll off the tray with her teeth. She didn’t bother with the plate, but ate it whole like a grazing animal.
Twilight went home hungry.
“Oh my goodness!” Rarity tittered over the little wooden box of sushi rolls. “These are flawless. Twilight, thank you.”
With her own magic, Rarity lifted two chopsticks that were made of common ash, and took a roll from the box on the table. Twilight did the same. It was as good as it looked -- the rice was sweet and a little sour, the fish and spices so well mixed one could imagine the fish were born thus flavored.
“Mmmm.” The two ate the way unicorns should. Each was wrapped in a robe of pristine white, and each wore a horn-ring carved with arcane symbols. They sat with legs folded under them before a ground-level table, and used chopsticks instead of jamming their faces into the food. No matter how hungry they were or how good the pieces, they ate one at a time, and they did it all in an immaculate wooden home.
Every part of it was spotless. Applejack had cleaned it just that morning.
Rarity, after her third roll -- and third noise of delight -- kissed her chopsticks. “Superb. I don’t suppose Celestia will be sending you home with food every day?”
“I’m not sure,” Twilight mumbled. “I think today might have been special. She thought I was hungry, or something.”
“Well don’t let me stand in your way.” Rarity gestured at the table with a flourish, but when Twilight ate, her motions were mechanical. Her stomach ceased to growl, but she took no joy in the act. “Is something wrong?”
“What do you think of…” Twilight paused. “I don’t know. Fluttershy?”
“Fluttershy?” Rarity tilted her head. “Why do you ask?”
Twilight’s tone sunk, and her head sunk with it. “Please, Rarity, just answer the question.”
Rarity frowned, and reached across the table to rub Twilight’s shoulder with a hoof. “Alright. I think she’s absolutely delightful. Kind, beautiful, understanding, a good friend. A bit of a temper, she keeps locked away.”
“So you like her. You think she’s a good pony.”
“Yes!” Rarity laughed. “Yes, of course. Why would you think otherwise?”
“How would you feel if we started inviting her over?” Twilight gestured around her home. “We eat together most nights. Why not have her join us?”
“Well…” Rarity hesitated. “She could eat first and sit at the table, I suppose. She’s a bit quiet during social gatherings, but she might be good company.”
“But she can’t eat with us?”
“Oh, Twilight, dear, I have no objection to her or her company,” Rarity spoke sweetly, putting a lot of breath into her words, “but that simply wouldn’t be sanitary.”
Twilight squeezed her eyes shut, her head still pointed at the floor. And as the silence grew long, it was with greater concern that Rarity asked: “Would it? I feel terribly as though I’ve said something wrong.”
“No, it wouldn’t be. Not unless we gave her her own tray. Kept it apart from the others.”
“Then…” Rarity slowly shook her head. “I don’t understand. Twilight, what’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong is that I like chopsticks,” Twilight said. “And I like sliding doors without handles. I like birds that sing good morning to wizards as they begin the day. I like fresh home-cooked food first thing every morning. I like houses that never receive snow, so their masters can have flat roofs. And I like going up to my roof, to study in my garden.”
Rarity held silent, waiting for Twilight to go on. Finally she asked: “And?”
“And I used to believe that harmony was love. That when we all loved each other, and loved the world, Equestria would return. But I do love my fellow creatures, and I love this world so much, but today Celestia told me that my love was hurting ponies.”
“Hurting ponies?” Rarity pulled back. “Forgive me, Twilight, but that doesn’t sound like something a princess would say.”
“What would you think if I put a handle on the outside of my front door, so that Applejack doesn’t need me to let her in every day? Or if I put handles on all the doors.”
“Well…” Rarity hesitated. “It’s your house. You can do what you want with it.”
“Would you do it for your home? Let Cherilee in?”
“Oh, I’m home most of the time. For my kimonos, of course.” Rarity waved the remark away with a hoof. “If Cherilee wants to come in, she only needs to knock.”
“So you can let her in. Because she can’t open the door to your home, but you can open the door to her home.”
“I’ve never been to her home.”
“Right.” Twilight rubbed her forehead with a hoof. “I’m sorry to change the topic, but I saw you had some ‘magazines,’ didn’t I? From Griffonia.”
“Oh yes.” Rarity’s face lit up, and her motions became fluid, her every word emphasized with the motion of her forehooves. “They’re so inspiring. An anarchistic yet powerful culture. Clever in that way barbarians often are, but with a spark of vitality that elevates them above the rest. And some of the fabric they sell! I’ve never seen such patterns. I was actually going to import a—”
Twilight raised her voice. “They make their homes out of bricks, don’t they?”
Rarity pulled back from the table, caught off guard by both the interruption and the question. “I suppose,” she said. “Twilight you’re acting very strange.”
“They make their homes out of bricks, and we make ours out of ash,” Twilight said. “And what if it could be shown that bricks were, inherently, a superior building material? That griffon houses last longer, rise higher, house more creatures, and are more comfortable than houses made from wood?”
“It can’t be.”
“But what if it could?” Finally, after so long, Twilight lifted her gaze from the floor to look Rarity in the eye. “What if it was proven to you, somehow, that a house made of brick is better than yours?”
“Well…” Rarity let out a snort. “Then I suppose they can enjoy their little clay houses.”
“You wouldn’t tear yours down? Build a new house?”
“Of course not.” Rarity’s words became clipped, a trace of irritation showing. “Twilight, building a home isn’t simply about what’s best. It’s about what’s yours. The place you want to live. I am a unicorn and I want to live in a unicorn house, so that is what is best for me. Brick might be warmer, and it might be stronger, and it might be all sorts of other things, but it is foreign.”
Putting her chopsticks down on the table, Rarity folded her forehooves. “And I won’t have it.”
“Heh.” Twilight let out a breath. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ve been very rude. And I can see I’ve offended you. Please, accept my apology? We can finish eating and read in the garden.”
They did finish eating, and Pinkie Pie came to take the plates away and do the dishes. Then they went up to the roof, and sat in Twilight’s garden, and read together.
Twilight had never potted or trimmed a plant in her life, but no matter how she tried to remember that, it still felt hers.
The next day, Twilight walked to the palace, and again sat across a table from Princess Celestia.
“I believe,” Twilight said, “I have grasped the lesson from yesterday. And I have a question.”
“Proceed,” Celestia said.
“Am I…” She bit her lip. “Bad? Am I a bad creature?”
“No,” Celestia offered her a soft smile. “You are far from harmony, my little pony. But that is what you are here to correct, is it not? Now, let us begin.”
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I think I've said it before, but my favorite stories are the ones that make the reader ask a question about some important topic. So glad to see this one published.
I musta missed this contest. Great piece. Good æsthetic. Asks a question I've asked before. Landed me gently with an answer. I'll need to reread this later; it's left me unsettled in an introspective way and I need more time to read, unpack, and repack my thoughts. Potentially my favorite speed write from you so far, but the competition is fierce.
Has been a while since this contest, so was happy to read it again with almost fresh eyes. I don't recall what I said in the contest, but the worldbuilding here, as in most everything I've seen from you, is excellent, and the introspection certainly got me thinking and doing some of my own.
it's an AU so obviously things are different, but it's different enough that it does not feel true to any character besides Celestia and she is just functioning as any wise mentor would
Hmm, interesting, nice work
This was deep and provocative. I know this wasn't written for me, but I feel like this was written for me. There is an honored spot on my favorites list for this story. Thank you.
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I'm really glad you feel that way! It was personal for me.
... Well that was a ton of mumbo jumbo horseapples that didn't make a lick of sense. Even more so than a lot of stories on this site.
It's not a bad story by an stretch. But I didn't get it.
Today, Twilight learns racism is bad.
Because she is incredibly racist, apparently.
I feel like you've turned a bunch of characters into huge racist assholes when they aren't assholes in canon, so you could justify writing a story where Twilight learns not to do things that she canonically wouldn't do. And also you kind of affirm the racism too?
Nailed it, Celestia. Nothing says "I'm teaching you how not to be racist" like agreeing about an entire race being primitive and savage. But it's okay! They're noble savages.
Jaxie, what on earth are you doing?
It looks like stories about introspection are the thing to write these days (provided you use a very, very small sample size of like, 2 authors).
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I'm glad I'm not the only one who felt that way
Okay...
lets go through piecemeal.
First someone already addressed the whole racism angle, so I won't belabor matters aside from saying they birth from other tribes, sooo...
also
Second: Celestia is, I assume, Empress, correct? By my understanding the eastern people are even more gaga over their royals then most to the point the Japanese, who I assume you're basing this off, referred to them as a god. In short she could munch like a cow and demand a milking after and no one would say boo. They might be offended perhaps, and she'd certainly be scolded for it, and wouldn't do it besides, but it could still happen if she wished.
Also she hefts the powers cosmic. How does the cake loving sun raising alicorn eat? However the fuck she wants.
Also Harmony is not an end unto itself. A nation could be harmonious, but that usually requires the sound of jackboots in the street.
Third I'm sort of, and I hate to be that guy, offended for my friends. I know japanese people and am fairly familiar with their culture and I'd imagine most would have face palmed over how fucking obscure Celestia, Twilight's bloody teacher, is being on this matter.
I do appreciate the message, and its well written, but something about this just rubs me the wrong way. So, upvote, but with reservations
You didn't really dismiss the idea that those cultures are inferior, but instead implied 'but we have much we can learn from them'. I was about to quote a particular passage, but it looks like R5h beat me to the example I was going to use.
Now, you can say something like; "I based unicorns on eastern culture where racism is a normal thing and they have problems adapting to other cultures and don't accept them at home. I tried to show that despite being raised in that culture, Twilight is still a good pony and has much to learn."
But the problem is, in how it addresses this, the point of the story becomes that xenophobia is valid, understandable, and based on accurate observations, and it is simply in Twilight's virtue that she is capable of overcoming that to be not-racist.
The kind of acceptance Twilight learns is still deeply "meritocratic", which is that there are worthy and unworthy examples of cultures - Griffons are okay because they make better houses than yours. Earth ponies are dumber and they'll drag your grades down, but they're charitable.
The problem with this moral is that it doesn't conflict with more nuanced kinds of racism. Like; "I'm not racist against black people, I just think black American culture is dangerous and violent". It's a very shallow kind of acceptance - what if Griffons didn't build better houses? Teaching a conditional acceptance only goes as far as the conditions you establish.
Also, you don't eat sushi with chopsticks. Why didn't Twilight just levitate the sushi?
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I dunno. Celestia seems wiser than how she may first appear. This seems harsher than canon. Possibly more realistic, for certain definitions of realistic, such as actual weapons instead of pies. It strikes me that this Twilight has very stark views, black and white, you might say. One does not simply change a person's mind in one lesson (unless you're Starlight Glimmer in the bad old days), you introduce the possibility of change. Slow steps, igniting a spark of doubt and slowly, methodically, step-by-step, fanning the spark into a desire for change. And Twilight, seemingly no matter the incarnation, is quick on the uptake, once she comes around to the possibility that her worldview is possibly askew.
In short, I think this is an interesting take on a difficult subject, but with limitations of length, might be difficult to see what Celestia actually thinks. I feel like she's humoring Twilight a little in order to pick her battles but she will eventually enlighten her student.
This allegory about racism is invalid because the make-believe characters I love could never be racist.
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it's far enough from the canon characters the allegory may as well be delivered by original characters, and in fact by using characters that do not fit the characterization needed for this story the writer creates a distraction from the allegory.
In fact, I don't think anyone is saying it is bad or invalid, but that it is poorly delivered because of either the above reason or because it doesn't deliver as strong a message as it thinks it does
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I guess I disagree. I could absolutely see, say, Rarity behaving this way, if she were raised in the environment this story posits.
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We've all read The Glass Blower, chief
10161716
well, duh.
Anyways, this story was a well-done one, although it is pretty clearly very AU.
The pure hypocrisy and lack of self-awareness Rarity exuded was quite an interesting scene indeed. For me casual racism is a hard concept to understand, kinda reminds me of certain people who talk about how "White People" are the reasons for most of the issues in America today.
Okay, so the intended takeaway from the this story has been clearly established. The meta takeaway is that the creation of good art cannot be rushed, no matter how talented the artist is. I mean, you wouldn't ask Van Gogh to paint a portrait in a day and expect it to be just as good, would you? If Jaxie had spent more than an hour writing this, he certainly would have been able to polish and expand it to a higher standard.
This is... really poorly executed. Writing an alternate universe is one thing, but writing one where the casual racism in it is so utterly blase is ridiculous. It's one thing to have an established period or environment where this kind of prejudice is a standard, but it's another thing entirely to have it written in a way that doesn't elicit the same feelings wrongness (however subtle) of reading about, oh, let's say a piece of historical fiction set in post-Civil War America... but still during segregation. The way the people (or ponies, in this case) should be able to communicate to the reader that there is something amiss. Here, I scrolled down to the author's note wondering what the fuck I had just read.
Mechanics and prose being fine aside, there's something so careless in the story itself. It's like if I tried publishing a normal piece of fluff about Twilight and Celestia playing at a park during the former's foalhood days, only inserted real-world racial slurs in every sixth word just to see people go off at me in the comments.
You've shown me a scene from this world where three characters we all know show signs of prejudice to other species. Okay. There's been stories tackling subjects like that before. This just isn't one of the good ones. It also neglects that for ponies, races would be more like breeds: earth ponies, unicorns, pegasi, crystal ponies, etc. What you're showing here is being species prejudice, something that isn't the same as the racism the audience knows. Creatures have an entirely different biology, magical abilities, and well... everything. Saying a species is savage certainly shows an edge of prejudice, but the same can't be said for... building houses? It feels more like they view the world in a kind of Noah's Ark parable where every creature has a job or place... something that can actually be applied to fantasy species and is just a simplified stereotype of some actual abilities these species have or could plausibly show. These angles don't make much sense if you're trying to show prejudice against the species themselves.
I've enjoyed some of your stories, but this definitely wasn't one of them. It doesn't have much substance and does feel like a thinly structured AU that does not have sensible internal workings to make the story sensible. It uses an 'X canon character is very prejudiced against this species' idea across multiple individuals without giving it much to make it float. Lies to Children had much better handling of these kinds of ideas and 81 Days encapsulated more realistic ideas of nation-wide conflicts between species. I understand that those are longfics, but it's not like I've never read a punchy short story by you. The ability to write brief scenes that flow well is clearly one you have, and if you focused on the story below the surface of this, you could have made this one of those stories. Yes, even with the prejudice.
This story was not about racism, that spooky intersectional Big Bad. It was about how our own self-constructed identities can blind us to practical reality. Twilight could eat her sushi if she would not stand upon tradition, whereas Celestia demonstrated practical behavior by dropping her useless chopsticks and eating in a practical if socially unacceptable manner. Rarity could have a better house if she were to make it out of bricks. Her life would be easier if she were to add handles to the door. Beyond that, the practical efficacy of new input from beyond the perceived culture inexorably overwhelms and destroys those tenets of cultural identity that at first decry them. Twilight takes lessons about magical fire from a dragon even as she regards dragons as barbaric. Rarity, despite her insistence upon adhering to convention, buys griffon magazines from which she draws inspiration and--most tellingly--orders materials. To the point, harmony is about recognizing those novel introductions for what they are and adapting to them without regard to the blinding effects of identity and convention.
I'm afraid those who do not understand samurai culture do not understand this story.
Ohh!
I earned a down voteI earned a bunch of down votes.10162060
YES, THANK YOU.
I'm glad somebody got that!
I mean it was about racism a little bit, but the danger of self-constructed identity was a huge theme.
10162143
Can you be more specific? That describes a lot of my stories.
I enjoyed the reflection this story had. And a door that anyone can open is superior that a goodly proportion cannot.
Ohhh, so that's why you were editing this speed-write fic.
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Rarity getting incredibly defensive and upset reaction to Twilight's measured, honest and not at all confrontational hypothetical questions is the realest thing, I mean. Look at the comments.
Well, that was interesting, as not unexpected from you. :)
...Though apparently someone went on a downvote streak in the comments.
(Also, I know it's not the point of the story, but I find myself curious about pegasi in this world; we seem to have gotten significantly less information on them than on unicorns or earth ponies.)
[reads more of the comments]
...And I see that there's also some debate there whiiiiiich I think I shall not wade into at this particular moment.
[reads further]
Yup, sorry for the lack of more explicit support, but I've a queue of other things to do at the moment, and also tomorrow and the next day. Good luck, though!
10162060
Thank you for that analysis, though, it looks like; I had not thought of it quite that way.
Good stuff so long as one bears in mind it's meant to be taken as an allegory. If it weren't...
Well, this is admittedly making some assumptions about the world you present, but if Celestia understands the value other cultures can offer, why does this Equestria still exist in such a stratified and closed state?
Again, the allegory is strong, but the steps taken to reach it feel off.
Dispite the hot mess that is the comment section, this story is more popular than one would be led to believe.
I think quite a few people enjoyed this story, and it's closer to cannon than the discontent few who preach from their soap boxes would like to admit. I can see this being a possible reality if the unicorns developed a spell to combat the windigoes in the heartwarming episode or even an alternate reality from when GlimGlam tampered with time.
I don't see the racism that everyone is complaining about I see societal hierarchy Empress Celestia, unicorns, pegasai, earthponies, and below that every other barbaric creature that isn't a pony.
10162461
I did think about expanding it to talk more about pegasi, but I felt it would detract from the point -- the world building in this story is better done through implication.
That is wise!
Thanks man. Good to hear from you again :D
10162603
that's racism, since it is their race or species that establishes their place in the hierarchy
10162513
I don't know if they're closed, there's at least open trade with Griffins and nobody bats an eye at Celestias own student learning from dragons. It just seems the more personal biases were allowed to develop and even Celestia can't exactly tell ponies to stop holding on to their own ideas of who they are and have to be so instead she's working with Twilight personally to realize her own biases.
The only pony holding Twilight back was herself and I think that's supposed to be true for their whole society?
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If this were any other story, doing so could be somewhat understandable. Pony equivalents of real-world cultural aspects and nations tend to be a portmanteau of what they're based on. It's just... again, not very well executed here and doesn't come across as purposeful and carefully done. Equestria had a lot of architecture and other elements inspired by European (Canterlot, Ponyville) and American (Manehattan, Sweet Apple Acres) aesthetics, including fantasy tropes derived from those cultures. When it comes more to distinct cultural elements melded together, I actually think of Dora who was intentionally designed to be Pan-Latina and of no specific heritage or the nations in Avatar and its sequel series, which were all highly detailed worlds inspired by real-life Asian countries.
...This is not that. I would have loved to read about self-constructed aspects of identity, but this isn't the story that tells it well. And it's a shame because a caste system AU with a cold Empress Celestia and a Twilight who is wayward in comparison to the princess we know is a good concept.
10162646
Yeah I guess that is true. There is racism here, but it's not about the racism.
Ya know, now that I wrote it down on paper it doesn't make as much sense as I thought it did in my head.
But I still like the story, so go ahead and down vote all my comments if you want.
10162603
See, this is exactly what I'm talking about.
This story's most ardent defender is saying "I don't see any racism, just a bunch of superior ponies and all those barbaric creatures who are below them". And that sort of sums up the problem! This story is trying so hard to be about how racism is bad for you, but the way it goes about this is still really racist. Oh, those dragons have much to teach us about pyromancy—but they're still primitive savages. And those griffons can build houses real good—but they're still inferior and only really exist to help us superior unicorns learn about architecture. And maybe fabric.
The story says that Twilight's racism is bad, but the alternative it offers is Celestia's own brand of racist nonsense. And this is the moral of the story! Don't be racist like Twilight and Rarity; be racist like Celestia! It's the right thing to do.
For that reason, I have to differ with everyone who's said that the story works as an allegory, even if it screws up the characters to the extent that it needed an AU tag. I mean, yes, the characters are distorted and unrecognizable, but the allegory also fails because the moral of the allegory is terrible.
And what's troubling most of all is that it seems to have succeeded in communicating this messed-up message, as seen in my quote above. Which is to say: here is someone who's talking about the very clear racist underpinnings of the world, and denying that these things (IE, a hierarchy based on race) are racist. To me, that's proof that this story doesn't work on any level, and would require a drastic and complete overhaul to successfully deliver the themes you seem to be aiming for.
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as a story it's fine. As a fanfiction of MLP it's lacking, and as an allegory, well it's there but it's message is rather weak
"Deep and provocative" sounds about right. Quite an interesting read!
Also, now I really want some sushi.
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Personally I think this was one of Time Crunch.The author does state this was as part a speed writing thing. This sort of stuff needs to be fleshed out more.
10162662
I never said Samurai culture was good, nor did I say it made sense, and I am certainly no expert.
And I agree with your point, aside from placing mlp characters in an alien setting this story has almost nothing to do about my little pony.
But sadly many of us forget it's not our place to decide which stories exist, only which stories we read. And yet here we are.
Am i wrong, probably. Do i have a point, even i dont know? Am i having fun just talking to hear my own voice?
yesyou tell me! Why is my username "accidentally offensive" I think that pretty much speaks for itself.10162696
That could be the case, but the author hasn't acknowledged that so far, judging by Jaxie's comments as of the time typing this. If you look in the WriteOff group, when people have stories that didn't come out quite the way they wanted, they'll post the new version with the bonus original one. I'm not sure how the speed-writing contest does things, but it does look like that based on the rules it's only the first submission off-site that has to be within certain constraints. I'm sure Jaxie could have given this another look before posting if he wanted to. Or just have been honest in the author's note. We all have word vomit and random ideas that just need to get written out in little one-shots sometimes, but this isn't the way to regard the story. I'm spying at least one deleted comment too, and I'm not sure if it was by Jaxie himself or what.
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This worked out pretty much the way I wanted. Time was not a significant factor in its final quality.
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"This story's most ardent defender" Thank you I'm flattered.
I'm sorry I know it's rude but I couldn't help but troll just a little bit.
10162710
Well, we have the word from the man himself
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If thats the case, you may have choosen the worst subject to do it in. Now, is this bad? No, not functionally at least. You've crossed your t's and dotted the i's, but both the subject matter and what is hinted at deserves more of a look see then what we're given.
Why does Twilight hold the view she does? Why is Rarity so stringent in her beliefs? Why is Celestia being such an obtuse bitch about the whole thing if she wants to make her position clear or if she's seeking to change Twilights position?
This is just Racists are bad. Racists, not racism, which is an important distinction. These things are a lot more complicated then ones own subjective disdain for anothers personal opinions
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At no point in my comment did I praise samurai or feudal Japan. I commented on the point the previous commenter made, where they pointed out the two very different cultures (Japanese and Chinese) were merged together poorly.
I mean, I like alien settings and interpretations of the characters. It's why I read and write here. What I don't like is when that's handled clumsily. If you are going to write species prejudice and caste societies, you need to know how to write your world so it does not become a bizarre endorsement of prejudice, especially when it was apparently meant to be something else entirely. There was a story that handled this in a much better way that comes to mind, but the author took it off the site and I won't name them or link to it for that reason. So instead, I'll supply some examples of stories that have vitriolic and prejudiced characters (even familiar ones we love) and structures in society while still being able to get across the point of these kinds of prejudices are not good without the need for preaching. Being able to implicitly show to your audience that even when something horrible is legal or normalized in fictional settings doesn't mean it's right is a skill, and it wasn't shown in this story.
But if you like the concept, here are some stories I feel did it well: Monsters by JawJoe (canon characters and OCs hold the prejudices) // The Order by Bad_Seed_72 (the entire society, including all canon characters, show some aspect of various prejudices and a stark caste society) // To Be A Mule by archonix (it's short like this and gives a peek at the way those in a society against them would live in a subtle, somber way) // By Blood or Choice by Krickis (prejudice is present in society, but not at a foundational level; uses child characters to offer an interesting perspective)
I tried picking a wide variety of stories here to show that there are many good ways to handle these themes.
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I have to ask just how different is this final version from any original then. I don't get the impression it was given a careful read-over to strengthen the weak points.
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>So… uh… if it is about the problems of self-constructed identity, it only seems to be about problems you get when your self-constructed identity is based on racism instead of, you know, yourself?
Twilight's and Rarity's self-constructed identity is based upon what it means to be a unicorn, not racism. What commonly gets called racism is just a byproduct of cultural identity. Racism is not what discourages Rarity from inviting Fluttershy to brunch; her unicornish ettiquite is.
>Apparently you think she's wrong with this?
Why couch it in moral terms? Right and wrong have nothing to do with it. One is just plainly more practical than the other at the time that the narrative is taking place, and the practical will always ultimately win out. Recognizing that and going along with the gradual change is harmonious.
>these comments
The problem that many of the readers seem to be having is that they cannot see the simple philosophical message through their own expectations. People were expecting the message to be "racism is bad, mmkay," and now a bunch of them are complaining that it didn't say "racism is bad" hard enough.
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Look man I'm gonna level with ya here, I'm a simple man, I saw the cover art, read the story, liked what I read. That's all I got.
You however have a deep profound understanding of this story that I can't even fathom. Your clearly on a much higher intellectual level than I am, so much to the point that I'm not really even sure that we read the same story? I have no one to blame but myself if I don't understand your point. It was a terrible story, it was poorly executed, and the author should be ashamed for writing it. is that what your trying to convey?
I'm not even sure we're discussing the story at this point or just verbally jousting. I concede defeat, you win. Now shut up and let me be defeated allready, unless your really having that much fun beating a dead horse.