I have been on the internet since 1996. In what has been almost exactly twelve years of staring at text (and, uh, various images) on a glowing screen, I have had the pleasure (and displeasure) of being a part of numerous fandoms and communities. Those communities range from the pleasant and welcoming, to the obnoxious and offensive. The people within those communities vary even more greatly. Naturally, every community and fandom has its kind, generous citizens, or its humorous, life-of-the-party types. And of course, every community has its griefers, or its fanboys. You know, the ones who won’t leave you alone until you fit their definition of what a fan should be, do, and say.
Recently, I got into a small tussle with a commenter over one criticism I made. I called a Brain out on a particularly lame type of joke that, honestly, I had hoped they wouldn’t start using, or at least overusing. That was the extent of my criticism. The commenter then decided that this meant that I now hated the entire episode — nay, the entire project. Truly, a leap to a conclusion that would look quite at home on Coleman Francis’ moist, sauce-stained sketchpad.
[There's not really a smooth transition here, but I'll put the rest of the article behind the cut, since it got pretty lengthy. This also creates the illusion that I'm a professional.]