wilwheaton

I had a lot of furstrations with O'Reilly and the release of Just A Geek, but the worst thing of all was that they classified my autobographical, narrative non-fiction story as "Science Fiction," because I was once on a Sci-Fi show. That's as idiotic as comparing the Dresden Dolls to Marilyn Manson.

When someone doesn't like your work, there's not a lot you can do about it; you try to dig something constructive out of it, and move along. But when someone just doesn't get it, and uses an entirely inappropriate comparison or categorizes you with another artist based on something as stupid as what kind of makeup you wear on stage, it makes you want to deliver the cockpunch.

I don't know what it is about artists, but so many of us can't ignore the bad reviews. It's almost like we think that they know something real, something secret, something that nobody else is willing to tell us. I think that, deep down, we all know that this thing we've created really doesn't suck, so we listen to all the people who want to convince us that it does. It's like we have a dysfunctional, battered-person relationship with some invisible force called The Critics.