Wandering down Granville street, killing time before meeting up with Rheanna. Walking past the Golden Age, I pause to look at the enormous Watchmen display in their front window. It’s been weird for me, seeing bus stop ads, street posters and copies of the book for sale at the supermarket. I was 16 the first time I read Watchmen, a battered copy of
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It's the painful part of being pretentious. We eventually have to share.
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I grapple with this in a slightly different way - I know for certain that practically everything that ever meant anything to me growing up was designed to be commodified and sold off as tacky merchandise. Now THAT is a rough one.
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Although the way you phrase it sounds very horrible.
i didn't "grow up" with any of this, so to me its all new delightful things. I'm sure there's some impressionable young kids that are going to like these things as much as you did when you were little.
I wish things I'd imagined got hugely popular. I think I'll go make that happen now...
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But you'll still have the book and the memory of how you felt the first time cracked it open to read the story. It is yours. And it doesn't stop being yours just because it gets famous for a little while.
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Give it time.
An knowing a little of how Hollywood works... it will probably star Will Smith as Cliff.
*shudder*
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