Once upon a time, there was a young man who loved ponies. Nobody thought this was odd because there wasn’t a gender-specific expectation related to the love of diminutive equines. When he was old enough, he wondered aloud at a street art shoppe whether there was something he could do to commemorate his love of ponies. The artist said, “no, man, that is not possible.”
The young man walked away sad, but in the end, it worked out, because he might have ended up with this:
YOU’RE WELCOME, TODD.
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.