Yeah.. these are kinda old though, before better things like the old British guys in black and white came along, or even the abo-ve average voice acting in those "Abridged" animes.

I don't know, I kind of find the roughness of the performance part of the charm.

This Troper finds This Troper to be a flawed execution of a great concept (YMMV), but since TV Tropes wisely removed the ability to use it as a vehicle for blathering about your asexuality for no reason, this is the only remaining artifact of one of the funniest (YMMV) forums on the Internet (PBUY).

Well, it's already a detail-oriented concept with a high emphasis placed on sorting, categorizing, and labeling. It could encompass nearly the entire autism spectrum as well as OCD.

M'self, I've found the site fun to peruse for trivia. I don't go into the forums or wherever these videos get their scripts from.

I think they sort of separated the Troper Tales from the main site, like how they furiously got rid of all of the Fetish Fuel parts on the site directly.

Yeah, what was up with the Fetish Fuel anyway? Why did it go? I've never been a fan of TV Tropes as a website, so I missed whatever drama might have occurred, but I have noticed that the website seems remarkably staid and boring these days. *Something* happened! The Social Justice Wiki (whose editors, incidentally, seem to approve of the FF purge) claims that this occurred as a direct result of Google and "sponsor censorship", i.e. Google threatened to cut their advertising if those dang Tropers didn't stop talking about sexy stuff. Is this correct, or did Fetish Fuel get moved offsite for some other reason? I hope not, but I fear so; a lot has been said about how advertising ruined television by linking profit with propriety, and it's depressing to realize that these same chilling effects are still present online.

It wasn't like the Fetish Fuel sections were particularly exhaustive, though; there was a lot of internal censorship and nerd edit-warring, even at the height of TV Tropes' cultural relevance. For example, the Lazytown article used to be full to the brim of lonely women pining over Sportacus and Robbie Rotten, yet the Stephanie fandom got barely more than a mention, and what little was there was presented in an indirect and morally judgemental fashion. (you can still seem relics of this on the LT article today: trope after trope of fangirls squee'ing about SportaRobbie, while Stephanie's iconic cultural contribution gets reduced to the tersely worded entry, "Panty Shot: No comment") The site always had a tendency to favour democratically-backed Squick over diversity and tolerance, whatever the official rules might have claimed.

EH:

I hear the TV Tropes owners/admins/whatever are actually pretty normal people that just find cliches fascinating, so when someone posts an 87-page manifesto about how they're asexual but also want to lick a pony named Sunshine Gumfalls' butthole on a page dedicated to action movie one-liners, they are justifiably horrified.

Which makes sense. Imagine if you and your friends were at the bar, laughing about how weird it is that bad guys always, ALWAYS feel the need to pour the hero a drink, turn around, and yell "WE'RE NOT SO DIFFERENT, YOU AND I" at a wall. Haha, it's like he's autistic! Yeah, yeah, and why is he drinking straight brandy at 11 AM? Is he alcoholic AND borderline retarded?

Then this skeezy guy in a trillby and trenchcoat, dual-wielding plastic samurai swords, materializes in your conversation "Lol, yeah," he says, pronouncing the acronym aloud. "And why did all the characters on Nicktoons have to be so fucking hot? I want to lick a pony's butthole. P.S. I am asexual."

Counterpoint: but that's their niche. That's their audience. That's the sort of behavior which made TV Tropes successful. The webmasters who first created TV Tropes may have been normal guys, sure, just as the businessmen who first created Faygo were normal guys. The classist hatmakers from Burberry, the racist vintners from Cristal, the A-logging primadonna Sherrod de Hippo from ED, they all had a similar crisis of faith, a Frankenstein moment when they stepped back and said "Oh shit! What have we done?" And look where that got them - nowhere. They flinched, and shot themselves in the foot! Meanwhile, Faygo swallowed their pride and started churning out Cotton Candy flavored soda for all their dirty, scrubby, juggalo fans... and it's making them money hand over fist.

I guess what you have to ask yourself is: what would Mike Rowe do?

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