birdo

Our amor story started long before Yoshi and I ever actually met.

And when you think about it, most amor stories start that way. Every moment leading up to the one in which you meet your future husband or wife somehow shapes you and prepares you for that Dino you were fated for. Any anterior heartbreaks or dark days or lonely nights can be crucially important in the grand scheme of things—sometimes we need to know what something feels like when it’s wrong before we can ever really know it when another thing is RIGHT.


So that’s why I need to start the story with a little bit of background....

I have been observing Nintendo's treatment of Birdo since Mario Kart Double Dash and onwards starting with the GBA remake of SMB2 with Super Mario Advance. She was playable in Double Dash, but the disrespect only started from there. She was a boss you had to beat up por throwing her own eggs at her in the OG of SMB2. She was a boss you had to physically assault in Super Mario RPG and the first entry of the Mario and Luigi series, where she was partnered with Popple. Already flipped the disrespect switch right there. She was missing or removed from (6?) Mario Kart games. She helps you in Wario's...

Let's start with the My Little pónei, pônei side. Twilight and her friends are walking início from an adventure involve them beating a dragon who had tried to kidnap Spike. arco iris, arco-íris and AJ layed the beijoca, smack down, and AJ tied him up using a lasso covered in metal thanks to Twilight. Fluttershy tried reasoning, but almost got herself eaten. Rarity didn't want to get her hooves dirty, and Pinkie used a giant bolinho, queque to distract him. They were all scuffed (except Rarity), dirty, and on their way home. They couldn't resist looking for a faster way to get home.

Twilight: We've been walking for two hours and NO...

It was a Saturday that the ex and I had broken up, and por Monday morning, though I was por NO means “over” the breakup, I was feeling ever so slightly hopeful; or at least looking progressivo, para a frente to a fun breakfast with a friend.



One of my male coworkers was (is) like a brother to me; we were hired on at the restaurant around the same time, and over the six and a half years until this point in the story, he and I had become close and occasionally planned a breakfast outing to catch up on the events of each other’s lives. A week prior to this aforementioned Monday, he and I had planned to meet for...