fandom spaces are so rude!!!
okay this is not dnp related but guys tell me what you think.
so parallel to my phannie life im obsessed with this serbian singer. im not from serbia, nor do i have any ties to serbia, so i feel pretty alone in this bc i don't know the language and no one knows about this singer where im from.
so i decided to make a fanpage on instagram so that i can participate in her fandom for fun. and i translate everything with google translate. and it's been fun so far. like i make edits and memes about her and people like it (so far).
yesterday my father called me and said i should come visit him (he's in montenegro right now). at the same time, my favourite singer announced a concert in montenegro! so i was like oh my god what a coinidence, maybe i should go at stay with my father and go see my favourite singer live! but like it's problematic bc i don't have the best relationship with him and now that im 25 he won't shut up about how i should get married and have kids.
and i was thinking like haha funny story, im gonna post about it on my fan account and do a poll like "should i go to the concert?". like it's all heeheehaha just like fun fandom things, right?
and then this pretty big fan account (the singer follows them!) messages me like "oh my god you're 25 and you're asking strangers on the internet for advice... 🙄". and i was like okay yeah fair, but also this is all for fun, it's not that deep.
(this fan account's shtick is that he takes the singer's old photos and like airbrushes her face and edits the photos, it's a bit weird but whatever.)
so i was like "it's not that deep bro, im just having fun". and he was like "i don't think it's fun to post your personal life online, you should go see a therapist". likeeee wtf
and so i was like "bro are you the fanpage police or what? let people have fun".
and he was like "i feel sorry for people who have no moral compass, you tell your psychiatrist about your problems".
so i was like "i feel sorry for people who get angry over random women on the internet. bestie go meditate, drink some tea, smoke a joint".
and he was like "i already do that. you should pay a psychiatrist".
and i was like "wanna sponsor me"
and he said that he's straight....? idk if google translate fucked up but i don't understna what he means. (and he wrote str8 like with the number eight.) like straight as in heterosexual, or straight as in "normal", or what? anyway i told him "peace be with you". and like yeah. how rude!!!!
i found out that im working on the day of the concert anyway so i can't go. but like i wasn't even sharing my """personal life""". i was just like lol should i go see my sexist father just to see my idol live? like that's not even "asking strangers for advice", that's just interacting with other people in the fandom. like. and i have 15 followers bro!
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i hate how commodity and capitalism has ruined so much storytelling . i hate how sequels and prequels and whatever else all ring like merch sales; i hate that i as an author have to include any social media following i have as a marketable trait; i hate that everything feels like a xerox of a copy of a dream of a memory.
i hate that my nostalgia has been turned into profit. i hate that companies fear consumer backlash so no real commentary may be made; i hate that companies care more about quantity over quality. i hate that so many artists and creators are being overworked to the point of complete collapse rather than being allowed to tell the story their way. i hate that every point of representation has to be fought for. i hate it i want us all to go back to living in a cave .
when you sit with friends over a bonfire and the night is getting long and people start telling this slow, almost hypnotic story - in this quiet voice, like they don't expect you to listen while they say the most fucked up shit you've ever heard - that is storytelling. who cares if the punchline is car hand hook door. storytelling has always been about community, about us all sitting in the dark, choosing to fill the silence while the last embers are dying. we forgot that storytelling is spellwork. hallucinating together, our breaths held, waiting for the ending we already knew was coming.
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