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I confess.
I enjoy reading FW (I did comment a couple of times before they made it members only, but I think it's better now).
Recently there was a thread about a girl whose overreactions were quite wanky, and it seems that the girl now is overreacting to her overreaction being pointed out to the world.
There are a lot of things to say about this.
1) Fangirls (and boys) are scary
2) If you publish something in a public place and show willingness to listen to comments, (as you do by allowing comments), you have to accept that people's comments will be varied, and some not very nice.
3) Not very nice comments are about what you say, not about who you are. In Internet, nobody knows who you are. I am often very private in my public entries and I know that every time I click on Update journal on a public entry, I am aware of the risks and accept them.
4)I have been and I still am involved in a number of fandoms, but I am mostly a lurker. One of the reasons why I am mostly a lurker is that I am terribly scared of fangirls.
5)I do think that the closest I have been to being a fangirl was when i was into the Manic Street Preachers fandom. I was (and still am) a Nickygirl, but even at the apex of my obsession the worst things i did was to write some bad RPS and buy a couple of leopard print shirts. I like the man, his words and his music, but I never thought that he was going to leave his wife for me, that he was a god or gone searching his rubbish bin.
6)It deeply scares me that there are people that are so obsessed with an actor, singer or celebrity to forget to have a life.
7)Even worse are people who make fandom their lives, and dedicate an inordinate amount of time and effort to become BNF, producing interminable fictions focusing on tons of very bad sex, posting in every conceivable yahoo group, Lj community and forum available, building their F-lists like empires and starting feuds, the nastier and the wankier the better, to make their name know.
8)And so feeling alive.
If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears the noise, does the noise still exists?
Maybe the noise doesn't exist, but exists a fallen tree and the new life that grows thanks to it.
How did I start wanting to be sarky and i ended up compassionate and a bit zen?
Time for bed, sweetie. Sweet dreams
I enjoy reading FW (I did comment a couple of times before they made it members only, but I think it's better now).
Recently there was a thread about a girl whose overreactions were quite wanky, and it seems that the girl now is overreacting to her overreaction being pointed out to the world.
There are a lot of things to say about this.
1) Fangirls (and boys) are scary
2) If you publish something in a public place and show willingness to listen to comments, (as you do by allowing comments), you have to accept that people's comments will be varied, and some not very nice.
3) Not very nice comments are about what you say, not about who you are. In Internet, nobody knows who you are. I am often very private in my public entries and I know that every time I click on Update journal on a public entry, I am aware of the risks and accept them.
4)I have been and I still am involved in a number of fandoms, but I am mostly a lurker. One of the reasons why I am mostly a lurker is that I am terribly scared of fangirls.
5)I do think that the closest I have been to being a fangirl was when i was into the Manic Street Preachers fandom. I was (and still am) a Nickygirl, but even at the apex of my obsession the worst things i did was to write some bad RPS and buy a couple of leopard print shirts. I like the man, his words and his music, but I never thought that he was going to leave his wife for me, that he was a god or gone searching his rubbish bin.
6)It deeply scares me that there are people that are so obsessed with an actor, singer or celebrity to forget to have a life.
7)Even worse are people who make fandom their lives, and dedicate an inordinate amount of time and effort to become BNF, producing interminable fictions focusing on tons of very bad sex, posting in every conceivable yahoo group, Lj community and forum available, building their F-lists like empires and starting feuds, the nastier and the wankier the better, to make their name know.
8)And so feeling alive.
If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears the noise, does the noise still exists?
Maybe the noise doesn't exist, but exists a fallen tree and the new life that grows thanks to it.
How did I start wanting to be sarky and i ended up compassionate and a bit zen?
Time for bed, sweetie. Sweet dreams
