Anything with a hint of genre about it is going to draw sneers from some (often attractive, for whatever that's worth) quarter. I respect the wish to regard one's own tastes as female-approved (as if the whole sex has come together in conference), but the fact remains that a 20+ year old man does not have to travel far with a copy of
The Goblet of Fire in his hands to raise eyebrows. Successful and excellent a show as it is, a reference to
Battlestar Galactica can earn you mockery in many, many crowds.
Much of this thread seems to be predicated on the notion that women have consistent taste. But come on. This is obvious, obvious shit: purchasing
Watchmen from one cute clerk will get you a smirk; buying it from the cute girl at the next register will start a lovely, flirty conversation. I would rather have cause to talk to the #2s of the world than waste time pandering to the #1s.
I find it a bit curious that this conversation began with reference to
His Dark Materials; it, like Potter, is treated relatively gently in the mainstream (and some literary circles, divergent as those communities are), especially compared to Dragonriders of Whatever, Hellboy, or even George R.R. Martin.
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| Because the girl behind the counter is looking to flirt too, and she's disappointed that you suck so badly. |
I think we must know very different store clerks.
