I adore comics. I love everything about them. I love the way that they make me feel when I read them. I love learning about the way that they’re produced. I love meeting the people that make them. I love the comics community. But there are some days that I have to stop and think to myself: “What is this? Why do I deal with this? What is my life?”
In those moments of confused frustration, it’s never been because of the medium itself. Comics have never done anything to personally slight me. Those moments of frustration have come from the easily angered, often irrational, and rarely well-informed members of the fan-base. I read their lunacy on message boards and in comments sections of comic news/blog sites. I heard it when I worked in comics retail. I hear it on podcasts. I hear it on the floor of conventions. It’s enough to drive less patient people away from the medium, and it’s more than enough to reinforce the stereotypes that have plagued the geek community for ages.