March 31st, 2008


Quick lunchtime snark

It's snowing here. Again. Even though it's practically April. Not just is it snowing, it's snowing pretty heavily, and it's all the really wet, slippery stuff, so the sidewalks are all covered in ugly slush.

...Which got me thinking about fangirls and the 'Speshulest Snowflake' mentality, which got me depressed. Maybe it's just because I'm becoming jaded very quickly, but the fan-related portions of the internets are starting to bum me out majorly. Seriously, all you have to do is go look on any popular section of to find a thousand sixteen-year-olds (no offense to young writers who are actually good) who think that they are Special and Original and Deep, and that they are already gods among writers. It makes me wonder if people actually stop to read before they write. Surely they notice that there are already two other fics about abused half-demon girls with powers the likes of which the world has never seen before on the same page as them.

I don't know, it's depressing because I remember when I thought exactly the same way; I was a Great Writer, and everybody would surely be jealous of my purple prose. (I couldn't take criticism either, because I was Perfect, and anybody who didn't like my writing obviously just wasn't deep enough to get it.) Although in my defense, I didn't actually spend much time on the internet at that point, so I really did think that my shitty (and fortunately never-posted) Dramione fics were Very Original.

The point is that after stepping out of my bubble of speshulfulness, it's depressing to see all of the people who are still in theirs. They used to be fun to snark, at least; now it's just getting boring. People need to figure out that the internet is not a place designed for loving you for you. That's what your family/friends are for, kids; the internet is, you know, a means of accessing information. These are very different things, so if all the information we have about you is that you write crapfic... don't expect people to suddenly start caring about you as a person. Gah. When you put them all together, special snowflakes just turn into a big, featureless snow bank.

...Okay, I feel slightly better now. Sorry about that, I just needed to get that out of my system.

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