I want to talk to the angry critics who treat enjoying Marvel movies as proof of a dead culture and a weak mind.
My argument is simple: if my happiness makes you hopping mad, the problem is you.
Taste is personal.
It’s shaped by your life, your memories, and your tribe.
It’s a weapon in nobody’s hands, and it’s a crown on nobody’s head.
Rage at the “popular thing” is usually a mask for something else - grief, envy, a lost sense of wonder - and the healthier move is to feed your own mind with the things you actually like, instead of policing everyone else’s fun.
