Flouncy McFlounce Flounce Flounce. With Cherries On Top.
Whoa, dudes, I haven't been here in ages. But this one is...special.

You're not my friend, so neener. Or, I have left fandom, except I haven't.

It's very long indeed, and it's extremely difficult to detect a main point, but I think one can sum it up thusly:

-- I am too speshul for fandom. No, wait, I am totally speshul enough for fandom, but LJ, like, blows.

-- LJ people are not really your friends. They are sycophantic mouth-breathers who DO NOT APPRECIATE MY TALENT.

-- it is not about the self-aggrandizement, it's about the Story. CAPITAL S, people. Only plebes use the lower case.

-- if you aren't going to write to the best of your ability, don't write at all. Because, of course, the author bats it out of the park every time.

-- Paging Captain Pretension: if you're American, and you use British spelling in an essay? Yeah, mmhm. Okay.

-- I might have had more, but my eyes are glazing over trying to look back at the essay.