I had a conversation last night with a friend that made me realize just how much I am irritated with the sudden rise in Batman awesome-ness.
For those of us that are down with the DC (raise up) kthx, we saw this coming a long, long time ago, and cried quietly while we waited for the faux fanboys to take over one of the last frontiers of nerdisms left untouched.
nullComic books are fucking cool. I am mildly saddened by this concept.
But the biggest offense, the shit that irritates me the most, is that the fusion of tattooing and comic cool fallout is getting bigger than I anticipated. I probably should have bet money on how many people want to get "y so srs" tattooed to them in some fashion. Briefly, I suffered this same phenomena. I thankfully realized the danger relatively quickly. Personally, I always thought that tattoos should be deeply meaningful to someone, given that they have to spend the rest of their life with it -- I suppose the cult of y so srs is meaningful enough. But my question is this: how many people are going to praise the new religion, and for how fucking long?
There was a time when some of us would admit this shit, we did so at the risk of getting tossed to the wolves, where we'd fall in line to the concentration D&D camp and be burned at the social stake for reading trades, let alone enjoying them. (If you're a chick, you typically skipped jail and collected your 200 bones--- nerd chicks are acceptable creatures) but if you were a FAT girl (me, 17 years ago, at the height of my Batman obsession. Ahem.) and even got caught with either Batman or a Snickers bar, you were FUCKED.
My office is decorated with trade art and figurines, framed DC/Marvel stamps and Batman post-it notes.. And now, when I proudly wear some of the gear that I've collected over the years, I am somehow mixed in with the tidal wave of fan kids. I am deeply, deeply offended.
I realize the love affair won't last long. As instructed by another pal, he says, "Just smirk and ride it out. Enjoy yourself," and I still want to punch some bitches in the face.
Bring the wave, cunts.
For those of us that are down with the DC (raise up) kthx, we saw this coming a long, long time ago, and cried quietly while we waited for the faux fanboys to take over one of the last frontiers of nerdisms left untouched.
nullComic books are fucking cool. I am mildly saddened by this concept.
But the biggest offense, the shit that irritates me the most, is that the fusion of tattooing and comic cool fallout is getting bigger than I anticipated. I probably should have bet money on how many people want to get "y so srs" tattooed to them in some fashion. Briefly, I suffered this same phenomena. I thankfully realized the danger relatively quickly. Personally, I always thought that tattoos should be deeply meaningful to someone, given that they have to spend the rest of their life with it -- I suppose the cult of y so srs is meaningful enough. But my question is this: how many people are going to praise the new religion, and for how fucking long?
There was a time when some of us would admit this shit, we did so at the risk of getting tossed to the wolves, where we'd fall in line to the concentration D&D camp and be burned at the social stake for reading trades, let alone enjoying them. (If you're a chick, you typically skipped jail and collected your 200 bones--- nerd chicks are acceptable creatures) but if you were a FAT girl (me, 17 years ago, at the height of my Batman obsession. Ahem.) and even got caught with either Batman or a Snickers bar, you were FUCKED.
My office is decorated with trade art and figurines, framed DC/Marvel stamps and Batman post-it notes.. And now, when I proudly wear some of the gear that I've collected over the years, I am somehow mixed in with the tidal wave of fan kids. I am deeply, deeply offended.
I realize the love affair won't last long. As instructed by another pal, he says, "Just smirk and ride it out. Enjoy yourself," and I still want to punch some bitches in the face.
Bring the wave, cunts.
urbanflatline:
LOL GET UM! 
ohsoordinary:
Me and my mom just saw Dark Knight yesterday. She creamed her pants. It was hilarious. Miss you.