I’m a better fan than you. Sorry. Don’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m just stating facts.
Do you know how Madge is from The Hunger Games?
Simon from City of Bones has, um, brown eyes.
Edward from Divergent lost an eye.
Max from The Book Thief wanted to be a boxer, actually.
Didn’t Patrick from The Perks of Being a Wallflower paint the shop-class tools pink…
Willy Wonka from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory actually has NO father.
Fenoglio in Inkheart has a bunch of grandchildren.
There are FOUR Banks children in Mary Poppins.
The fox doesn’t say anything in The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe.
ANNABETH IS A BLONDE, OKAY? A BLONDE.
And wait there’s more:
– I own ALL the books in The Certain Series.
– I’ve tweeted with the author.
– I’ve met the author.
– I own the original edition of the book.
– I read the book before it was popular.
– I have a nerdy book-slogan tee-shirt.
– I draw fanart.
– I write fanfiction.
– I have a tumblr devoted to Certain Series.
– I own it in hardback, paperback and e-copy.
– I know ALL the names of the secondary characters.
Are we good now? Can we just all agree that I’m a BETTER fan than you because I am so much more dedicated?
Oh my gosh. Are we done yet?
Please. My brain hurts.
I want to admit, right now, that I am a horrible fan. I’ve committed more fan-taboos then is acceptable to even talk about. I barely remember books I’ve read. Heck, I don’t remember how The Raven Boys ended, or all the things that happened in The Fault in Our Stars. I couldn’t remember who Johanna was in Divergent. (I had to google it!) I haven’t even read all the Harry Potter books.
I have MISSPELLED MY FAVOURITE AUTHOR’S NAME LIVE ON THE INTERNET.
I’m a horrible fan. I need to find a hole and bury myself.
It makes me feel bad when people pitch themselves as “more dedicated”. Yes, some people are more dedicated. Heck, some people get fan-flavoured tattoos. There is no way I would inflict pain upon my precious skin just because I admire a book quote. My pain threshold is basically — I scream before it happens.
But the whole “I know who Madge Undersee is so therefore I’m a better fan then you” or the “I read the book BEFORE it was a movie” — it’s just kind of petty, don’t you think?
Um, Guilty Cait over here. I watched The Book Thief, Inkheart, and City of Bones before I read the book.
But I am (in my way) passionate about my fandoms. Oh gosh am I passionate! I have whole boards on Pinterest dedicated to The Hunger Games and Divergent and DFTBA. I cried watching the TFIOS trailer. I own an Avengers tee-shirt. I talk and talk and talk obsessively about my fandoms until my family groan and threaten to shove socks in my mouth.
Yet, I still kind of fail, don’t I? If we’re going to be picky.
What’s my point? Yes, yes, points are good. I just honestly think that pitching ourselves as “better fans” because (for instance: we read the book before the movie) is too big of a deal on the internet. Why is everything a competition? Why do we feel the need to be the BEST fan of all?
I will never be a proper Nerdfighter because I haven’t watched all the Vlogbrothers clips and I don’t follow John Green’s tumblr, and I DON’T get all the jokes. I don’t even want to call myself a Nerdfighter because I don’t feel qualified. But I love the fandom (can I call it a fandom? I’m not even sure!).
What does it really mean to be a fan?
Go on. You tell me.
Cait devotes a lot of time and energy and passion into anticipating the next X-Men movie. Hellloooo. Days of Future Past. ALL the actors of ever are going to be in it. But is she a real fan? Honestly? She hasn’t got the mutant-family-tree memorised. Besides fangirling, she’s been reading Prisoner of Night and Fog. Hitler is scary.