Why I’m Right to Be a Snobbish Gatekeeper
Your opinion doesn’t matter
I will admit to it, I am a snobbish gatekeeper.
If there’s a closet full of us lined up at the end of the queer spectrum, please picture me coming out of it — but picture me right; not like some nose-pierced, beanbag-shaped, eggplant emoji-looking guy who says things like “You’re not a true vegan unless you ejaculate coconut water” because we agree on one thing.
Most people’s opinions are overrated.
I don’t know about your ZIP code, but ever since the internet turned everyone into an armchair expert, bar convos have never been so full of softcore buffs who tweet and gesticulate with the decaffeinated passion of someone who got a PhD from Popeye’s drive-thru.
When I say I am a gatekeeper, I simply mean I am responsibly opinionated.
You know, I like screenwriting, I study it, I could probably spot all the plot holes in Hulk Hogan’s sex tape — but I don’t go around like the sole reason my kitchen doorstop is not a Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Writing is that Steve Carell isn’t answering my emails.
I have my thoughts and views on many issues, and I know most of them don’t matter, as my experience in those issues put me at the bottom 90% with all the other normies.
