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Death and fandom
Jan. 23rd, 2008 07:04 pmWe really are the trailer trash of pan-fandom. Someone posted about Heath on Fanthropology, and wondered if fandom had ever experienced anything like it.
Fuck? How do you mean, lady? Just the ones that shook me to pieces? Owen, Eddie, Candido, the Benoits. Or do any of the nearly 100 recent deaths count?
It's sorta sad, really, that we don't get the fandom equivalent of funeral hot dishes. Loved one just passed? Here, I made lemon bars. We don't even get *hugz*. Come on, pan-fandom. Show some love to your low-rent sisters.
If anything, the other fandoms could treat those tragedies just like real life ones--- it's a chance to get in our house, snoop at our shit and tsk, tsk, tsk. They wanked about lube one time, you know. Like whether or not shampoo stings matters when there's injection site infections all over one's 'roid-pimpled ass... oops, did I say that outloud?
And we could revel in the drama, losing our shit like so many trashy broads before us. Crying, our tube-tops threatening to slip, smoking Newports, and screaming at the neighbors. "He was a good man! You don't know him like I do. He had pain inside of him, and his job kept on him about everything."
On an internet so prone to ALLCAPS and deathfic, you'd think our corpse count would earn us some sympathy.
Fuck? How do you mean, lady? Just the ones that shook me to pieces? Owen, Eddie, Candido, the Benoits. Or do any of the nearly 100 recent deaths count?
It's sorta sad, really, that we don't get the fandom equivalent of funeral hot dishes. Loved one just passed? Here, I made lemon bars. We don't even get *hugz*. Come on, pan-fandom. Show some love to your low-rent sisters.
If anything, the other fandoms could treat those tragedies just like real life ones--- it's a chance to get in our house, snoop at our shit and tsk, tsk, tsk. They wanked about lube one time, you know. Like whether or not shampoo stings matters when there's injection site infections all over one's 'roid-pimpled ass... oops, did I say that outloud?
And we could revel in the drama, losing our shit like so many trashy broads before us. Crying, our tube-tops threatening to slip, smoking Newports, and screaming at the neighbors. "He was a good man! You don't know him like I do. He had pain inside of him, and his job kept on him about everything."
On an internet so prone to ALLCAPS and deathfic, you'd think our corpse count would earn us some sympathy.
