Hi. I'm new and, um, you guys rock.
May I go on a rant?
I guess, by some standards, I'm a fangirl. I obsess. I write fanfiction, I put pictures on my walls and I spent at least an hour searching for the perfect Phantom icon (which I've yet to find). My favourite actors happen to be talented and, yes, very good looking men who I wouldn't mind doing some very illegal things with. It is a bit disappointing when one of them gets engaged or married because it's sort of the end of a dream. My eyes tend to glaze over when I read good slash, although I usually skip over the smut. Maybe I do think a little too much about how visually appealing a rain-soaked death fight between Spike and Angel would be. And while I'm sure the original Tolkien books are very good, I'm pretty content with the movies.
On top of all that, I have my age working against me. At fifteen, almost sixteen, it's almost expected of me that I type in that disgusting "compuspeak" and leave proper English at school where it supposedly belongs. Plus, my friggin' hormones aren't doing me any favours. It's difficult to be taken seriously when I say I appreciate Christian Bale's skills as an actor, but my favourite scene in Batman Begins was his infamous shirtless pushups.
Over my years (which aren't that many), I've found it difficult to maintain a happy medium between drooling idiot and elitist snob. While it would take nothing short of massive, permanent brain damage to make me use the phrase "sexcii" seriously, I do kind of feel bad for the rabid, scary fangirls because obviously, they don't know what to do with their brand new, overwhelming hormones. Plus, I've been there and it's really embarrassing to look back on what an idiot I've been. On the other hand, that doesn't mean they can manipulate the English language any way they please, nor does it justify their claims of being "orlis numba 1 fan."
And then, the snobs: I can appreciate how heartbreaking it must be to be a fan of something for many, many years and see it go down the tube within minutes. But I get really angry when I see fans forming their own little cliques, because they're the "real" fans. Who is to say who gets to enjoy a movie and who doesn't? And the flamers, who deam a fic unreadable and don't offer a single tip on how to improve. This is supposedly justified thanks to their blank many years of fandom.
I recently joined a few communities celebrating a fairly new book, Twilight by Stephenie Meyer, which happens to have a gorgeous male protagonist. We, the fans, petitioned hard to get a section on FFN and when we succeeded, there was much rejoicing. *waves little flags* It was heartwrenching for me to see such awful, repetitive fics being posted there, and more than a few Mary Sues among them. One immediately killed off the protagonist's love interest (who he claimed was his first and greatest love ever in his one hundred years) and introduced an almost identical girl with a much more repulsive name (Kitty Thorn, for those curious). Another one wasn't even about the book at all! It was about new kids in a high school in Ireland (Twilight takes place in Washington) who are somewhat similar to the characters in the book. I also got the impression that the author's first language was not English (possibly Chatese). It took everything in me to stop myself from flaming these "humans" of the face of the fandom, before I left a respectful review of each, curteously telling them where they went astray.
Fangirling is an icky business. Sometimes, I think it would be easier to be Amish and not have to confront the Internet at all.
Can I please just buy a one way ticket to Sanity, Ohio, where up is up and people can type in their first language?