When I was a teenager I was pretty quiet about my DS interest because most people from my generation seemed kind of clueless in Jr. high/High School. I figured they wouldn't "get" DS or understand or care about it.
Nowadays I'm open about my interests. Heck, I recently wore a Barnabas babydoll T-shirt to a rockabilly/psychobilly concert. I made the shirt myself out of the Basil Gogos
Famous Monsters cover painting. Several of the people at the concert recognized the character and eagerly complimented me on the shirt.
Most folks I've talked to who are familiar with the show think it's pretty cool, at the very least in premise if they hadn't actually seen it. One friend, however, razzed me pretty viciously about DS a couple of years ago, saying the episodes made no sense and that the show was "old," "cheesy," "kind of stupid" and that it "sucks." Of course, these nasty remarks (meant to irritate me no doubt) succeeded only in making my Portuguese temper flare. Thus, I countered with my own derogatory references to his strong interests in juvenile one-dimesional teenybopper fare regarding some goofy, vapid valley girl who slays vampires, and a derivative yawn-inducing program about some moronic warrior woman (It was said partly in..uh..
self defense, so please don't kill me Buffy and Xena fans). He got
really[/i] mad at that point and actually started shouting "Hey!! Why do you have to talk **** about Xena and Buffy?!!! What the **** does that have to do with anything?!!!" He was really POed! It seriously could have been a scene out of a Kevin Smith movie or something.
Once this War of Dorkiness subsided a few minutes later, we were both cracking up for geting so ridiculously peevish about our respective fave TV shows, and we hugged and made up. Hey, at this point my friends should know better than to diss DS when I'm around! He deserved it.
~Penny Dreadful~