Alright, gang, confession time.
Remember that series of posts I was gonna do called “The Wrong Kind of Fan”? Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to pursue that. It started out as a germ of an idea that I thought was funny, that others would get a kick out of, but, alas, it turns out there’s no way to write a series of posts like that without sounding like a complete and utter asshole.
I’m not saying I’m not an asshole. The older I get there’s an ever increasing amount of evidence to the contrary. But I like to think I’m that lovable asshole, or, at the very least, a tolerable asshole. Writing blog posts wherein I become openly hostile to entire segments of fandom? At that point I’m fairly certain a line is crossed leaping from asshole to complete dick, and no one wants to be a dick.
Do certain kinds of fans annoy me? Sure. I’m alone in that. I’ve got a friend who becomes violently angry whenever he runs into fans who prefer Super Pro to Kickers, Inc. and another who’s absolutely annoyed with Firefly fans (crazy, right?). Everybody’s got their something, and everybody’s got their something (or someones) they feel compelled to hate on. It’s human nature. I’m no different.
Like I said, I don’t want to be a dick about it.
Now, a raging asshole? That’s entirely different…