Darren Criss Is NOT Harry Potter
And... whoooops! There goes your dignity.
I’m tagging a bunch of fandom titles in the hope this reaches the right person.
What hurt me most about last week when I commented on not liking the Kurt/Blaine relationship was if those 26 anon messages of abuse did in fact come from any of my (only) 24 followers, these guys heard stories about me in my chair, they heard my pain on an almost daily basis, they acted like they were sorry for what was done to me.
And then one of them would do that? Not just 1 but 26?!
That is what got me thinking. It got me thinking about how so many people of all ages are lemmings. They’ll jump into groups that revolve around a ‘thing’, whether that’s a band, a style of music, a tv show, a genre of tv shows, whatever. There is always some sort of entertainment basis for the clique. Even if it’s just all liking pink high heeled shoes (gross). But in the end they look the same, they talk the same and act the same, and deny it all you like, it’s not until you’ve sat back and observed society from the corner that you notice these trends.
So I decided to have a look through my (former) followers and followees’ blogs and then onto the other people they’ve reblogged. I started noticing patterns, more trends. Like the same things being said in different posts, almost identical, or (and this is what got me riled) posts or reblogs slandering people of the opposite sets. By sets of course I mean different topics/favorite things. But these slanderous comments were picking on people for the exact same things they were doing: obsessing over their favorite thing. And I thought to myself ‘is this really what we’ve come to? after coming so far in the past 20 years this is what we’re left with?’ and suddenly I lost faith in the human race. Even if just for a moment.
It didn’t help that my rent was due and that’s always a struggle to pay, but that ultimately has nothing to do with it.
I lost faith in the fans. I thought that fandom was about spreading love, like hippies with a purpose and clean genitals.
I thought fandom was about loving something so much that someone could call it a cocklickingshitball and all would still be OK. Because you have that thing and that thing means more to you than anything any jerk could ever say.
Because that thing to you is so great it deserves to be supported by your love, not your hate.
When did we lose sight of this? When did we become monsters?
