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[Jan. 30th, 2007|06:22 pm]
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Wow. Crushyiffdestroy finally got around to doing a "review" of Ozy and Millie. It's just the most toothless and sad old thing, and it's a bitter reminder that I wasted every moment I spent taking them seriously.
It's their usual schtick, everything that annoys but ultimately bores me about these guys: why bother trying to analyze your distaste for something, when it's easier to take its failure for granted and preach to the choir? The first and foremost goal of a CYD editorial is to win approval from the other forum members; you do that by espousing safe opinions, not making them think for god's sake.
Insight costs valuable lulz. And if you don't waste any time engaging your subject matter, you have time to show off your own witty turns of phrase, like "slice-of-life wankfest," "barbequeing that sacred cow," "oh-so-original and hi-larious," and my favorite, "a smoothie made of citrus, pork fat, and urine." I have no idea who this Ninguém character is, but based on his sense of humor I suspect his involvement with furry started as a Howard Huge fan.
Argument by speculation (the name "Llewellyn" is a pretentious scream for attention; please alert 63% of Wales), catch phrases from 1998 ("e-fame!"), Internet psychiatry, wacky prejudice against sexual minorities... Ninguém's covered all the basics of bad Internet culture except for kittens wearing lime-peel helmets. OMG THERE'S EVEN A BIT OF CAPS LOCK IN CASE YOU MISSED THE POINT THAT THEY DON'T LIKE OZY AND MILLIE. And don't forget CYD Fun Fact #1: "Nobody can prove something isn't really a cliche." (You'd think this would be eclipsed by CYD Fun Fact #2, and for this I respect them: "If you work too hard to impress us, we'll still make fun of you." They're already mocking Ninguem on the forums -- correctly, but shouldn't they just be writing better satire instead?)
I'm also amused that their "moment's pause" to consider the personality of (read: "regurgitate every second-hand Internet rumor about") the comic's author takes up nearly a third of the article. And every trivial fact about O&M, from the names of the characters to the art backgrounds, is rationalized into proof of the, um, critic's conclusions. They already know what they're looking for, and they expect us to be impressed when they find it. It's like listening to stoners who are convinced every rock song ever is about drugs, or watching primate researchers show a baby chimp a mirror.
I know not everybody shares my morbid fascination with this kind of tripe. It's all about their obsession with a fandom they hate: it's marvelous, somehow, in its pointless intricacy and insularity. It's like watching a Rube Goldberg device, with a little pump to inflate its own self-worth. It would be so much fun to write a parody of the stock CYD attack article, starting from the premise that Charles M. Schulz was an evil tranny drama whore, and "locating" evidence for this all through his comics. But it would be far more fun to crank out a decent short story or comic book, something which the CYD crowd has notably failed to produce. |
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Peanuts = emo
Peanuts = moe (or at least, proto-moe)
Therefore emo = moe. Which explains a lot.
(sorry, had to interject a little bit of nonsense:)
Actually, your nonsense makes a considerable amount of sense. :) I'm not sure Peanuts had enough of the paternal-affection aspect to be moe -- the kind of moe Linus gets is not the same kind that, say, Mew Ichigo attracts. But you're still on to something... | |