This happens…
Yes, hobby horses have exits for ages, not only used by children pretending, but also by adults for a lark, pantomime, or religious symbolism. But people haven’t seriously competed with hobby horses as a sport with winners and losers… probably because in reality they are all losers once they’ve gotten over kindergarten.
It gets worse:
“This phenomenon has some kind of strange feminist undercurrent, where the participants have been indoctrinated to say things like, ‘There are no boys here bossing you around, telling you what to do.’ Is that a thing? Because in my experience with my girls and their boy playmates, it’s the girls doing all the bossing.”
What stupid time to be alive…
Take note of all the “pay attention to me” dyed hair.
Loons abound.
I love the bit where the chubby little blonde girl creates a strawman of those who “think the horses are alive”.
Please, ladies, save it for the privacy of your own bedrooms.
Yes ride it…uh huh….yeah giddy up….ohhhh yeah….ride it….ride it harder!…..ride it faster…oh…OH….OHHHHH……..wheeeew.