So the first art exhibition I visited today was Holy Pop, an exhibition of the shrines people build to pop icons like Elvis or Prince or Britney
And usually behaviour like this is condemned or looked upon as weird and unsettling. And sometimes I wonder whether my fandom obsessions are too much, should I dial it down.
But this exhibition wasn’t like this. These shrines are treated with understanding, love, admiration, respect. And the people who talked about their shrines talked of the joy and love and hope and inspiration and connection their fandom had bought to their lives.
Made me rethink fandom and my fandom obsession. It does give me a lot of joy. It brings me to friends. It helps me create. It gives me hope and inspiration and ambition.
It’s not a bad thing at all








