Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Put the Angels Back In the Outfield

Congratulations, dear reader! You've just walked into my second certifiable, 100% pure fandom post. I pity your sanity from this point on if you continue into the wild, dark, fangirly recesses of my mind. I must, however, give a warning. If you're a watcher of SPN and a fan of a certain angel, may I humbly suggest you leave just about now. I'll try and not make this too...female dog-ish, but I can promise nothing when it comes to my complaints with fandom business.
Now, without further ado, my unpopular opinion essay on why I wouldn't exactly be sobbing if Misha left the show. Spoilers ahoy(SPN S. 5)
Let me start off my saying that, too be honest, I don't understand the wild screams Cas seems to elicit. Sure, his social and cultural incompetence is cute, and his entrance was pretty boss. I don't hate the guy. It's more like I have a bone to pick with his fanbase.
Do you know how to summon an angry fangirl? I do. Say, "I don't ship Destiel" three times in front of a Netflix screen.
This is yet another phenomenon I've found in almost every fandom I've poked my nose into: the unreasonable shipper. Not all Destiel shippers are insufferable. Some are my friends. But there's nothing that can turn me off to something like having it shoved down my throat.
Let's move on before said shippers pull out the carving knives, yeah?
Probably my biggest complaint with regard to Cas is not really his fault, actually. You know why?
Let's talk about Jo Harvelle.
Did you know that Jo was intended to be essentially a fem!Dean? She was also supposed to be a long-term love interest for Dean, his first in the show, if I recall correctly.
Did you know she was killed off after only a few episodes because the fanbase was whining about her?
I only just recently watched "Abandon All Hope...", and I can't really speak how mad the whole thing made me. Not intellectually upset. Not upset about the writing. Just purely, simply mad. All I can say is, good job, SPN fandom. I hope you're freaking happy. Can you hear the bitterness in my voice across your computer? I hope so.
Did you further know that Castiel was originally supposed to be only a guest star? Yeah. Just a few weeks. But he quickly became a dark horse, and is on the show to this day.
I'm so angry. What is it about this guy that you wanted so badly? Why is he better than Jo? Is it the angelic powers? The trench coat? The blue eyes? The slash? I don't understand, and it burns my insides just thinking about it.
My third and final complaint with Castiel is pretty arbitrary. I simply don't like him as much as Sam and Dean, and it rubs me the wrong way when people equate him with them, whether those people are fans or the writers themselves.
I guess, in the end, it isn't really Cas I have a beef with. It's about a dozen different people. I don't know, guys. Maybe it'll get better. I hope so.
I've got five more seasons.
May your swords stay sharp and your chocolate stocks always plentiful.

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