WHY YOUR SPECIAL ELITE TASTE GETS YOU FUCKING NOWHERE (AND MAKES YOU A HUGE ASSHOLE)

TELLING PEOPLE WHAT MEDIA TO ENJOY IS ASININE. THE WORLD NEITHER BENEFITS OR SUFFERS FROM DIFFERENT PEOPLE ENJOYING DIFFERENT SHIT, DON’T TAKE IT TOO SERIOUSLY AND FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GO OUTSIDE Anybody who says “oh it’s bad to enjoy only one thing you’re going to be a bad author/ you’re such a pleb’ is a dickass who should be given hypothermia. you can’t tell people what to enjoy. being an elitist is just being the self-appointed arbiter of your favorite genre. At the end of the day, absolutely nobody fucking cares if you read every book in the fantasy genre. Nobody fucking asked for your opinions and if that’s so important to you that everyone needs to hear it, you’re just a fucking sad person. It literally doesn’t fucking affect you if other people enjoy shit you don’t. Holy fuck

EVERY TIME ANYONE MAKES A ‘MUST READ’ LIST I NEED TO BANG THEIR HEAD AGAINST A WALL
You aren’t the arbiter of what art counts and what is tragic to miss out on. People more open minded than you enjoy a wide range of media: books, movies, podcasts, webcomics. Maybe they don’t want to read about shit they have no connection to, or the connection is so fucking close it would hurt. Maybe they just get laid more often and spend time outside. Who the fuck needs to run that by you? Nobody.

WHO THE FUCK CARES ABOUT LITERARY FICTION BESIDES WRITING PROFESSORS?
No one, except other fart sniffing academics. Who the fuck asks them out for a good time? Academia is a great gateway for assholish snobs to become even more insufferable. There is no ‘TRUER ART’ IN ACADEMIA. YOU CANNOT EARN YOUR DEGREE INTO BEING A ‘TRUE ARTIST’. There is no such thing as fake art, or a fake artist. There isn’t even lowbrow — you and your friends made these up so you can navel gaze more often. I’m also not buying your goddamn textbooks, so shove off.

THERE’S NO OBLIGATION TO JUST KEEP TRYING.
What if you had a string of shitty relationships? At some point, you’re gonna wanna quit. Who do you owe it to to keep trying? Why should you stick it out with some asshole who can’t do his own laundry? That’s exactly how I feel about bad books. Likewise if you have a specific interest, who do you owe it to try something else?

THE THOUGHTS OF SHITHEAD CRITICS BOIL DOWN TO: I DON’T LIKE WHAT YOU ENJOY AND THE WAY YOU ENJOY IT. There is no fundamentally incorrect way to have fun with something and if you think this you need to eat shit off the sidewalk.