Hating Marvel Movies Doesn't Make You Special

I want to talk to the angry critics who treat enjoying Marvel movies as proof of a dead culture and a weak mind. My argument is simple: if my happiness makes you hopping mad, the problem is you.Taste is personal. It’s shaped by your life, your memories, and your tribe. It’s a weapon in nobody’s hands, and it’s a crown on nobody’s head.I dig into why rage at popular things is usually a mask for something else- grief, envy, a lost sense of wonder- and why the healthier move is to feed your own mind instead of policing everyone else’s fun.What I CoverWhy I love The Avengers and refuse to apologize for itThe angry internet critic who sees other people’s joy and feels only rageMy hot take: joy is not a crime, and people are allowed to like thingsRobert Louis Stevenson on the underrated duty of being happyWhy your taste is neither an IQ test nor proof of an enlightened soulSnobbery and loneliness: how loudly hating popular things isolates youThe hidden wound behind the rage: “Why do they…