Oh, you sweet summer child, trying to convince someone that yo-yos–the ancient and majestic spinny boys–aren’t a stupid hobby? Buckle up, because this is not just about defending a pastime, this is a full-blown, glitter-covered crusade for truth, justice, and string-based entertainment.
First, let’s address the audacity of the accusation: “Yo-Yos are stupid.” Ah, yes… because anything that doesn’t involve overpriced gym memberships, crypto speculation, or yelling at strangers online must be stupid. let me guess, they collect NFTs of cartoon monkeys, but your $3 plastic Butterfly yo-yo is the real problem with society?
Start by hitting them with facts, but not boring ones. Hit them with the hard-hitting, yo-yo-flavored truths:
- “Did you know yo-yos have been around since 500 B.C.? That’s right, buddy, while your hobbies didn’t even survive weeks, mine has literally stood the test of millennia.”
- "Yo-yos were used as weapons in the Philippines.* Not even joking. So yes, this is both a toy and a low-budget nunchuck. Come at me.
Then show them a trick. Not just any trick—go for a full-on, wrist-snapping, gravity-defying Eiffel Tower into Mach 5 into Pop n’ Fresh combo, and stare into their soul while doing it like, “Is this stupid? Or are you just intimidated by my string mastery?”
And if they’re still unconvinced? Tell them, “Yeah, I totally regret having a hobby that improves hand-eye coordination, patience, spatial awareness, and looks absolutely baller. You’re right, I should’ve invested my free time into binge-watching seven seasons of a show I don’t even like just so I can pretend to have opinions at parties.”
Finally, just casually mention that professional yo-yoers get paid to perform, tour the world, and compete internationally. Meanwhile, their hobby involves arguing with teenagers on Reddit about Batman casting decisions.
So how do you convince someone yo-yos aren’t a stupid hobby?
You don’t. You let them sit in their dry, dusty, joyless little corner of the world while you throw a perfect Eli Hop and bask in the glorious whirl of your high-speed enlightenment. And when they ask “What’s that you just did?” you just smile and say,
“Oh, just stupid yo-yo stuff.”