Sounds a lot like the hardcore chefs/foodies I know.
Anthony Bourdain, Mario Batali, and Michael Pollan do not agree on what makes good food, and will hotly (and not always respectfully) debate these topics. They can sometimes agree on broad strokes, but the details will get anyone hung up.
The reason the Food Network has its own channel while D&D does not isn't because of the crowd, it's because
the food network is pornography (link to South Park episode).
These kinds of articles raise my hackles. Pretending that the D&D crowd is somehow
more obnoxious of an audience than any other slice of humanity certainly makes arrogant, condescending bloggers feel better about entirely disregarding them, about complaining about too much complaining, about appointing themselves "THE VOICE OF REASON" for pretending to be above the fray, while at the same time backhandedly engaging in it with passive-aggressive sniping like this, becoming some sort of UR-whiner, a singularity of buttclowernery that disappears in upon itself in infinite recursion.
I sympathize with the point. Really, I do. D&D has an
unpleasable fanbase (tvtropes link), absolutely. But so do sports franchises and political parties, and I don't see awkward, overweight, neckbearded Cat Piss Men rising to the street to burn cars and break stuff (and break people) just because elves no longer get a -2 CON the way Lakers fans do on a win (or loss) or the way some people do when marginal tax rate on the top 2% of the nation is hiked to provide food for the poor.
There are ways to deal with an unpleasable fanbase. Look at Paizo. They know how to listen without taking orders. That's part of the reason they're successful. They can find signal in the noise.
Giving up and saying "D&D fans are just
angry!" like that somehow offends your delicate sensibilities is just the talk of cheese-eating wusbag surrender monkeys. People aren't sunshine and rainbows and politeness. Work retail in December. Stop being a sensitive crybaby princess about The Internet. Find the signal in the noise.
Or whatever.
But now that I've written a post complaining about complaining about complaining, it is time for me to disappear up my own orifice in infinite recursive meta-griping.
