I shit you not, my fair friends, someone has actually posted the line above.
I had a sarcastic response lined up, and then I thought, why bother? Why bother with someone who’s invested in the idea that Star Trek belongs to a noble subculture of dudely doodz whose responses to it are so much more profound than anything the silly ladies might think or feel? Why bother with someone who is outraged by the fact that the new film featured male babes as well as female ones, struck down by the possibility that “holy shit, they didn’t just have heterosexual males in mind when they made this”?
Although I encounter this thinking with some regularity, I can never be bothered to address it properly. This type of territoriality is amusing in bullfrogs and gorillas. In the human species, it just seems so… sad. Sad in a way that a kid crying over an overturned ice cream cone is sad.
You just want to go – “awww. Here’s a dollar. Buy yourself more ice cream, sweetie.” And tousle their hair a lil bit.