I grew up watching genre shows, ones like Gerry Anderson's Thunderbirds, The Six Million Dollar Man, and a little something I found in syndication called Prince Planet. At school, I learned that most of my classmates were watching other things, but I never much cared about that. My opinion was then (and it still is today) that I watch what I watch, and the Devil will be damned if I pass up on watching something I enjoy just because other folks aren't interested. Why should their tastes ever dictate what mine should be? Such peer pressure just never made much sense to me.
However, not everyone grew up with that same singular focus; and wanting to fit in with one's peers can be the source of some personal struggle. I applaud anyone who can rise above it, who can seek out and explore exactly what he or she wants, and who can make the commitment to continue down that path as life inevitably throws curve balls after curve balls.
In this respect, an online article titled "I Skipped Prom To Watch Star Trek" has created a bit of a buzz online. I skimmed it, found it valuable, and thought it worth sharing this morning. Interested parties can check out this column right here.
As always, thanks for reading ... and live long and prosper!