We have encountered a major problem within the community of geekery. My fellow nerds and my fandoms were once a safe escape from the rest of the world. When the jerks of the world were making it hard to get through the day, I could turn to my fictional escapes, and to my friends – online and in real life – that shared the same passions. I could turn to Instagram or Twitter or wherever. I remember being excited for new adaptations of comics or books or games, whatever, just because I had a new version of something I cared about to enjoy.
But things have been going downhill for a while now, and not just for me.
DC has been getting a lot of attention for controversial things the last few months: the BatCat Wedding, the infamous Damned insanity – both things I was completely fine with. I loved both issues. And come on, people. Human anatomy isn’t a big deal in a mature title. No one cares about Dr. Manhattan’s penis being out in Watchmen.
That brings me to a new buzz topic: I feel like there is an Anti-Tom King Club, full of some fairly silly people that either don’t understand what they’re reading, don’t get fed their fan fiction they want, or they’re insanely jealous. At the end of the day, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, of course. But I would like my energy to be devoted to doing the opposite of most people – when I love something, I want to talk about it and praise the creators.