I spend much of my time here at Newgrounds (arguably far too much) and while I enjoy exploring the products of many talented individuals' hard work, I also have to deal with the cold-yet-burning annoyance of the internet's most pathetic. These people, often called emos or fags, spend much of their time thinking much of their own ability, or rolling in a self-projected idea of being more grown up than their peers by looking deep into stuff, and crying every once in a while. That's pussy talk. The problem with these kids, this major chunk of Newgrounds, is encouragement; they have too much of it. Encouragement is the reason we have d-bags all around us. Encouragement is the reason the world of entertainment sucks in America.

Whenever you see kids dressed up in annoyingly tight pants that leave too little to the imagination (or that at least shove something you weren't planning on thinking about into mind) you have to realize that most of those teenage assholes probably went with their mom - who supports their way of expression - to get those pants, and the haircut too. Well, bitch, don't. If I'm sitting at Sbarro's, staring blindly at roughly leg level as I devour my disgusting pizza, the last thing I need is a couple of pairs of legs bound in jeans tighter than flesh. A don't need to see your fucking bulge, asshole. On top of that, I spend way too much time trying to figure out how those get on. How the hell does one get their foot through those legs? It's like your pants have to give birth to your chicken legs every single day. It's obvious that people like this have annoying moms who are proud of this kind of behavior, and don't have tell-it-like-it-is dads who don't want pussies for sons. If I tried to pull shit like that, my dad would be like, "No, you look like a queer. I'm ashamed that you even asked me. Ten laps!" I'm glad my parents don't share the encouragement that so many others' parents do.

Another big thing about this whole encouragement deal is moms (probably single ones) who tell their soon-to-be-bisexual sons it is okay to cry about stuff; it's not. It doesn't help that they watch and listen to garbage that encourages the same type of behavior. I saw a music video (or at least the first 30 seconds) where some gothy looking bitch cried for at least the first twenty seconds, into the microphone, before any music actually started. It was the lamest thing I've seen in a long time. The only thing worse is knowing that kids with good lives probably sat and cried with her. It's acceptable for people to get away with crying sometimes, like when family or dogs die (but fuck cats!), but don't cry for no fucking reason. You're blubbering solely because someone else is. Watching other people cry is not sad or evocative of anything. "I'm crying with you because we have tear ducts! This will show those damn gorillas!" Parents who let their kids cry all the time are bad parents, except when it comes to girls. Girls are a smörgåsbord of weird emotions stuffed into an enigmatic processing system.

Entertainment takes a big hit from people being too encouraging too. There's too many people who write stories and don't get critical opinions, and assume they're Shakespeare. The best thing is to have brothers who go, "this is the gayest thing I've ever read" and follow it up with fists in the face. It makes you a callous, critical asshole that doesn't produce garbage all the time. I see too many cartoons here on Newgrounds where people cry for little to know reason, or make stupid decisions, or are flat-out lame because nobody ever told them the idea sucked. Likely, they didn't share it with anyone prior to making it, but crushing early on in life should prevent that. Entertainment too often suffers because of people being too encouraging. Think of The Insane Clown Posse, for example. Rated the worst band of all time, Violent J thanks his mom in one of their tracks for being such an encouragement in his life. I think that is proof enough. It's also safe to say that anyone who calls photography an art is the same way.

This kind of encouragement isn't just on a parental scale. Think of all the film writers and directors who make a great independent film against the expectations of everyone, and then follow it up with a terrible studio production. As soon as their indie is a critical hit, some studio always scoops them up and wants them to make their next movie with them. They give them a bunch of money and suck their ass all the time. Nobody is there to cut in anymore and say, "Hey, this movie is going to suck." Then the movie comes out and the unforgiving, faceless critical body as well as the even bigger, more critical audience lets you know the fact that your movie is a giant piece of shit. A great example is Annapolis or Spider-Man 3. Of course, you still get the tight-pants-wearers who think that it's gorgeous stuff, and blubber like a vagina when Mary-Jayne breaks up with Peter Parker, even though the reason behind it practically isn't there. It's a bunch of crying for the sake of crying, people.

Encouragement has a much more useful counterpart: Disappointment. People should fear disappointment whenever they do anything. With parents who constantly encourage their kids to live their own life, they rarely dish out a slice of disappointment pie. It is possibly the best motivation short of trained lions. Being afraid to let everyone down is a great way to make the best of what you can. With disappointment lingering, there is no 'if' about whether your best is good enough; it has to be good enough or you fail. Obviously you can't meet everyone's expectations, but the less people you disappoint, the better.

All this writing really stands for nothing, though. Now that everyone's parents are overly encouraging, everything made by these walking twats is received the way they wanted. Add some crying and the viewers will cry. The damage is already done.