5 Reasons I am certain I am not a fan-boy

#1. Batman is cool to everybody. He is vengeful, dark and mean. I am glad that everyone is finally getting in touch with their inner-psychos after The Dark Knight and actually admitting a fondness for the ridiculous insanity of the Joker.
#2. While I would day-dream of being a super-hero like any other kid who reads comics, I stuck to the closest to reality heroes like Batman or Ironman. While I realize most of Ironman’s stuff is fantasy, it is possible to build a really cool metal suit and kick some butt.
#3. When the latest bunch of Hollywood butcherings (ahem) adaptations of comic books to film came since 2000, I did not get into debates with people over the specifics of Hollywood’s liberties with the original content. So there.
#4. I looked at the pixelated hotness drawn by sad nerdy artists just like all other comic readers. I looked into the abyss and shut it out. I always knew women like that only existed as plastic surgery models or in gentlemen’s clubs!
#5. I kept my fandom real. I knew when to be excited, when to do other things, and when to let go. I can think of, and sadly am related to, others who don’t know how to say no to comics.