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The show's sudden widespread popularity always felt like a western version of Japanese otaku culture to me. People were making their own comics, fanart, radio plays, etc. It was like doujin circles. They even would stalk the voice actresses like creeps.
It's always been interesting to me how closely otaku and western nerds will come to imitating one another without significant contact with the other. There's like a platonic ideal of weird creepy nerd they're all drawing from in the ether. They even have their own weird fascist contingents. Japan invented incels too like in the 80s.
Really makes you wonder. This has to be the latest iteration of a longstanding phenomenon, yeah? Cus I just cannot imagine that sort of personality was just spontaneously generated by access to the internet.
I mean this painting exists
I've always thought there had to have been weird obsessives in like 1850 who spent too much time on the telegraph
You're always clacking away at the teleprinter, why don't you go out and make some friends?