Today’s the last day of my vacation. I have no idea how to feel about it. On one hand, I’ll be glad to get back to work, but on the other, being off for so long was nice. I just don’t know.
Tommorow is a 16:00 to 21:00, so it’s just five hours. Not awful, by any means. I just feel cheated somehow, like I got the time off but I didn’t truly want it. There’s no BotCon, so why take a vacation? As for Pete’s Robo Con, I have to give it a hard pass; with the things I’ve seen on Facebook, I can’t justify handing him my money. It’s a ‘no’ from me.
Which is part of the problem. It’s not simply the Grand Nagus. It’s those we thought of as friends and family.
The Transformers fandom has turned toxic. Comic book fans? Even worse, as there are complaints that comics shouldn’t be political. Misogyny reared its head in the Doctor Who fandom. It’s ridiculous.
What I used to seek refuge in has been overrun by toxic masculinity. And it sickens me.
I also don’t know if things will get better any time soon.