the mcdonalds szechuan sauce thing is going to kill rick and morty like dashcon killed superwholock isn’t it
– show gets popular in nerd culture for a few years
– some fans think liking the show makes them as smart as sherlock or rick, and see themselves as unique introverts superior to all the popular kids
– people gradually get annoyed with fans’ elitism, as well as them forcing references and memes into everything
– show starts to move towards being a “cringey” interest
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“supernatural fans grab your salt, whovians grab your bowties” or “you have to have a very high iq to understand rick and morty” becomes a meme mocking overly defensive fans
– finally, a disastrous convention of fans in real life cements the shameful image
when you do unironically enjoy rick and morty and manage to not be a raging sociopath about it but the rest of the fandom out here missing the point of how the characters are portrayed and acting a fool over some goddamn mcdonalds sauce
rick and morty fans wasting full tanks of gas going on these epic pilgrimages to McDonalds so that they can get specially branded promotional packets of sauce and then rioting when they couldn’t get it is just overwhelming to think about.
if they wanted to try szechuan sauce they could have just bought it at like, walmart. or made it themselves. but no. they drove miles upon miles to special mcdonalds to get a taste of this meme condiment, because justin roiland made a joke about it in his cartoon show about a man farting in space.
for some reason, this makes me feel sorry for my mom. she raised me as best she could, but there’s no way she could have prepared me to live in a world where shit like this is a regular occurrence. nazis are running around. grown men who think they’re smart for liking a cartoon are knocking over mcdonalds because they dont have meme sauces. a cartoon supervillain is the president. she couldn’t have known. nobody could have known it would be like this. every day is a trial.
Fun Fact: Apparently Oscar Wilde was 6’3”, which in the 1870s would have been the equivalent of like 6’7”-6’9” tall. He was so ridiculously huge and awkward that one of his friends described him as looking like a “great white caterpillar.” That is all.
When his lover’s father ( one of the founding father’s of boxing as a sport) showed up to kick his ass, Oscar stood up, pulled a gun and said something like
“I don’t know what the Queensberry rules are, but the Oscar Wilde rule is to shoot on sight.”
The more I find out about Oscar Wilde the more delighted I am.
PkCaramel 