So, is it wrong to have idol music be your main diet? Because let’s face it, few exceptions aside, this is basically the frozen Snickers Cheesecake™ of the musical pyramid. A franken-food that takes well-established dishes and slaps on its own commercial, mass-marketable hook. These things are great!
These crack-laced bundles of love are fun to eat, make you feel good, and won’t judge you. I will leap at any chance to pump theobromine, aphrodisiacs, and endorphins straight into my veins, but ultimately they’re not as filling or nurturing as let’s say, a deluxe sandwich with essential carbs, vitamins and proteins.
Yes, some idol songs are the full package: they may completely satisfy the emotional, spiritual, and intellectual needs that we as humans crave from music, but mass marketed pop in general isn’t known or designed to transcend the medium.
I’m sure there are a fair share of gluttonous, sweet-toothed veteran idol aficionados out there who somehow end up miraculously well-balanced but I’m talking about the relatively normal joe here— one of the newly initiated who may have only been a fan for a year or even less. How you spend that impressionable first year after you discover the cocaine-like properties of idols is arguably one of the most important in this fandom, because without self-moderation and perspective, things can go horribly ugly.
What happens to a man who lives off of desserts for a year? Well, if he hasn’t yet died a painful death caused by malnutrition, you can bet your ass that he fucking hates desserts. Why? Because we get sick of things we’re around all the time. He may enjoy it at first, but the more he eats them, the more incessantly picky he will become.
We as people are always looking to refine what we like and dislike, but in a vacuum we tend to go a little crazy and lose all perspective. After a few months of chocolate and full-blown diabetes, he’ll complain about how it all tastes the same and how it’s all garbage, no accounting for taste. He’ll find more and more things to bitch about until he finally croaks from choking on a Ferrero Rocher— but not before he does sufficient damage to everyone around him.
The unfortunate side effect of having a western fanbase that would only be possible over the internet is the fact that you have to deal with these types constantly. Just like when you found out that 90% of the anime out there was shit, it’s basically the same situation here with the internet and people’s attitudes. Whether he thinks he’s some sort of cool guy with mind-blowing “truth bombs” or the white knight of justice, chances are he’s just bugging the shit out of the people around him.
What’s worse, he’ll continue to linger around and be the loudest mouth in the room for no other reason other than to stroke his own ego. His poisonous words will grow, and like a virus, it’ll irritate, flame, and spread until the community either pushes him out, or tears itself apart and turns into an inbred, delusional shanty town.
It often makes me wonder if the state of the eternally disgruntled idol fan is a result of over-saturation— a diet of too much fat and sugar and not enough of the green leafy stuff. Just as I can’t lambast a Reese’s Cup for not giving me my much needed potassium, sometimes I feel that people who are constantly frustrated because they aren’t getting what they want from idol music are often those who forget what they’re looking at: a fatty, sumptuous, artery-clogging block of sugar.
Like many aspects of entertainment, some things exist to enhance life, not sustain it: this is one of those things. This is the salt that seasons your steak, the whipped cream on your strawberry— they’re here to add extra pep to your life. If something didn’t match your taste, big fucking deal! Just hope the next one is better or move on. The stakes really aren’t that high here. It’s one thing to see what you like with a critical eye, but it’s another thing to be a whine factory. Actually enjoy this genre as a fan, and show the people around you that you’re enjoying it. Don’t be that guy.
If you find yourself not liking something anymore, then just ditch it. Toss it like an old hat. You’ll be better off for it. Don’t poke your head back in, just keep looking forward and keep enjoying the things you still find entertaining. Sometimes people feel the inexplicable need to stick around simply because they’ve been doing it for a long time. That’s the dumbest fucking thing in the world! Why put yourself through that?!
Take a break, enjoy some other shit for a while. Revisit your old loves, explore new tastes. Don’t ever trap yourself in a bubble— there’s more than candy cheesecake out there! Keeping things in perspective and giving yourself variety will only grow your appreciation of things you love and promote a healthy, asshole-free attitude.