Like Scratches in the Sand

WHY I HATE THE LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES, by Karen, number one fan.

A long while ago,

thete1 wrote a post on race. And I went "Yes! Now I am inspired to finish that essay sitting on my harddrive since people first squeed about Outsiders! It's a good thing I waited so long, as today fandom has even more examples that will add weight to my thesis!"

And, indeed! I added a few hundred words to the essay, agonizing over each one. Was it fair to bring up a movie if I was not, myself, familiar with the canon? Were my issues with the town Eureka was filmed in actually relevant? Were my commas in the right places? Was I using terminology correctly? I was, and still am, all but completely unfamiliar with the literature on racial identity and history. Was there *any* way I could post it and avoid looking like an asshole?

So, yeah, I stalled on the essay. Probably for the best all around, because honestly? I didn't *want* to write a long, thoughtful essay on why most genre media fandoms suck, and I can't imagine very many people would want to read it. It'd hardly be saying anything new, after all.

The reason I tried to write that essay at all is because I wanted to tell *this* story. However, I wanted to do so in an objective and convincing way with, like, numbers and graphs and stuff, so that it wasn't just all about me, personally.

But screw that. It's all personal, and it's all about me.

It's always all about me.

( WHY I HATE THE LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES, by Karen, number one fan. )