Wubba Dubba Dub Duuub! I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But yeah, Rick & Morty. If you haven’t watched it then you’ve almost definitely heard of it or been told to watch it by someone you know. If I’m honest and as much as it pains me to say it for reasons I’m about to explain, I really like it. It’s easy to watch, intelligent, laugh out loud funny and sometimes it ~really makes you think~. I can’t remember the last time I laughed as hard at any TV, film or book as much as the interdimensional telly skits. Other than The Simpsons or obscure anime, I can’t remember a cartoon that made me feel as sad as those bits when they play Mazzy Star – Look Down From The Bridge or Chaos Chaos – Do You Feel It?, even if they are a tad saccharine. It’s charming and easy-going enough to binge watch, and I pretty much got through the first two seasons in one sitting on Netflix. I don’t know too much about science but I love Sci-Fi enough to enjoy what are apparently some pretty clever discussions about the topic throughout the show. So on paper, all good. Great, in fact, it’s pretty much my current favourite program.
But…OK, wait, it’s probably easier if just have a look at this quickly before we go any further.
Hold on, it get’s worse.
Ah, man. Part of me wants to give this person a hug, as suicide is not a subject to be trivialised in any way. But then again, part of me thinks they are really badly trivialising it by comparing themselves to a cartoon scientist, so I dunno.
So yeah, Rick & Morty is a generally enjoyable show, but its fans are pretty much the worst type of people going.
Rick & Morty fans seem to be the equivalent of that guy (and let’s face it, it was always a guy) in school who had read some Nietzsche and couldn’t wait to tell you about why religion was a lie. Rick & Morty fans probably vape. Rick & Morty fans are the kind of person to almost instantly change your YouTube tune at an after party because they think they have a song that will ‘way more suit the vibe’ but that turns out to be a seven minute Brian Eno instrumental. Rick & Morty fans think they are more intelligent than you. Rick & Morty fans throw the word ‘existential’ around like an STD in Fresher’s Week. Rick & Morty fans compete with each other about just how fucked they were last night. Rick & Morty fans think that ‘everything can be solved through discussion’ and that you should ‘always listen to both sides’, even if one side are literal fucking Nazi’s and just need to be battered until they stop denying people’s right to exist. Take a look at this long-winded response to R&M’s creator, Dan Harmon, overtly denouncing fascism:
I don’t really know what’s going on at the end there. I think their brain liquefies half way through posting the comment, so that it ends up reading like the deranged ramblings of someone so dedicated to proving how intelligent they are that they would rather sound psychotic than admit that some kind of physical action might be necessary at some point in their lives.
I guess Rick & Morty fans are the kind of people who define themselves through the culture they consume and their intelligence because it’s all they have, and so these two things become of vital importance to them. I think that’s why they feel the need to boast about how clever they are, or feel the need to deride people who haven’t read/seen/understood things the same way they think they have, because they have nothing else in their lives to live for. If your whole life is the books you’ve read, the films you’ve watched or the music you’ve listened to, you’re far more likely to be very defensive about those things, because you feel like it’s what set you apart from everyone else. Because without your extremely individual and discerning tastes, your personality is nothing, and therefore you are nothing. Hey look, a Rick & Morty tattoo, how unique.
It’s the same motivation behind hating a band once they get popular or having to mention that you’ve read the book before seeing the film. It’s basic hubris, and I think the reason we hate it is because we all know how what it’s about.
At this point I’d like to say that I’m very aware (because I’m so intelligent, obvs) that I sound very much like a Rick & Morty fan whilst talking about how much I hate Rick & Morty fans.
I think the reason I hate Rick & Morty fans, beside the fact that they are terrible, is because really I hate myself, because I am terrible.
Have I got mashed on something or other and cornered someone at a house party to make them bleed from the ears with repeated jabs of the phrase ‘Russian literature’? Yes. Have I tried to play emotional german techno to all my mates and also complete strangers at 6.37am? Also yes. Have I ever not been impressed with someones favourite book/film/anything purely subjective? Sorry, I tried not to. Have I considered a tattoo of some pop culture thing I like? Well I just really love Akira it’s like, my fave film sooooo…
Most of the time in life you hate what is totally opposite to you, but other times you hate what you know intimately. Like when you get pissed off with your best mate and their every little mannerism, habit and tick just creates layers to your simmering rage because you know what’s coming next and it’s predictability makes it even more infuriating. I’m not saying I vape and I’m at least self-aware enough to know I’m pretty stupid compared to a vast amount of people, but goddamn I’ve been pretentious before and will no doubt be so again in the future, and that’s why seeing how brutally pretentious R&M fans are just sends shivers down my spine. I’ve been that guy foghorning up a conversation whilst everyone rolls their eyes around me a million times over. Sure, it was mostly in my teens, but then again give me a bit of MDMA and bang, Foghorn Leghorn is right back in the room.
Thing is, the popularity of Rick & Morty has just given science and philosophy nerds a reason to shout about it, and even though those voices grate whilst squeezing a lemon over freshly bloodied skin, there are a tonne of nerds out there shouting about all types of shit no one gives a fuck about, they just get ignored because whatever they are nerding out about isn’t as mainstream as R&M is right now. This doesn’t excuse R&M fans and how annoying they are, just saying they are just the loudest nerds in the room right now is all. Sooner or later some other cultural thing will take it’s place and everyone can go back to being annoyed about some other bunch of insufferable cunts.
Cunts like me, so Wubba Dubba Dub Dub!