Eventually, one must come to terms with who they are.
I love sports. I love football and baseball and basketball and I even like hockey. I love movies with explosions. I love buffalo wings and beer. I love the rock and roll music that features minimal instruments and maximum ass kicking.
But I cannot deny my nerdier inclinations either. Inclinations that lead me to reading gigantic history books or going to museum exibitions entirely devoted to old maps or taking vacations to other countries for the sole purpose of watching old plays.
And, of course, there's also Harry Potter. Which is a series of children's books and movies. Meant for children.
Part of me wants to excuse this with little disclaimers and qualifications, like "I don't actually own any of the books," or "I haven't read the last one," or "It's not like I went at midnight to the first showing," or "I also read big boy books like I've read War and Peace." Or I try to defend the books for their literary value which, of course, is an even nerdier way of defending something that is already nerdy.
So you know what? I'm going to try to stop doing that.
Because I happen to think that wizards are awesome. And I like stories that require you to use your imagination. And, fine, the books have their fair share of corniness and teen angstiness and silly named foolishness. But there are also explosions and shit like that too.
I saw the new Harry Potter movie. And I'm not ashamed to say that I liked it.*
Besides, it's way cooler than any of those stupid vampire movies you like.
(*I am still slightly ashamed. Working on that.)
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