Collecting Fail?
I’ve spoken about it here before, but it needs to be said again.
Over the past week, the mighty internet has bludgeoned me with two completely different examples of how collectors are occasionally perceived – and it was not pretty.

In the initial instance that I came across, someone had dug up an old Gizmodo article from 2008 which interviewed a dedicated Star Wars action figure collector, and reposted the accompanying images on their blog. This, of course, was followed by the obligatory comment that follows anything about a Star Wars fan that’s ever been posted on the internet :
“He needs to get out of his mother’s basement! It’s sad that he’ll never get a girlfriend!”
Now, I’m not going to speak for the entire geek populace here, because I’ve honestly never been in another room that’s had a proud display of Star Wars action figures, but when is this weird stereotype going to die? And what keeps on perpetuating it?
I admit it : when the Original Trilogy was a big deal a few years ago, I went a little crazy over the vintage-style Star Wars figures of the essential characters. I bought many of them, and I still have them tacked safely to my walls. At this point, they’re likely destined for eBay, but let me say this : these action figures have seen more action than you could possibly imagine. And yes, it involved women. Live ones. I feel that I needed to qualify that statement.
In fact, my last, very hot girlfriend requested that I keep all of my Star Trek action figures so that we could display them around the apartment. While the apartment didn’t work out, nor did her ability to keep her pants on among random strangers, it served as fairly concrete proof that it’s totally okay to be yourself. There’s going to be someone out there who embraces the same passions as you, or at the very least, embraces your passion. It’s simply wrong, and more than a little sexist, to assume that there are no chicks cool enough to embrace what you love, even if it is vinyl caped Jawas.
Sure, there’s a point of obsession where real life and responsibility becomes occluded, but collecting is usually a sign of prosperity. One simply doesn’t spend money on collecting things if food and shelter are an issue, unless there’s a much larger problem of mental illness. That’s another discussion entirely, but to assume that anyone who collects slightly geeks paraphernalia lives in a basement as a virgin is a frustrating stereotype to battle.
My love of Star Wars led directly to a job illustrating Star Wars cards for Topps. Have you done anything that awesome?
The second instance was an image posted on FailBlog, in which a kid was laying in a room full of Pokemon stuff. Being from FailBlog, the image was emblazoned with the word ‘FAIL’, though I can’t seem to make the connection between a kid collecting something that he loves and the idea of ‘failure’. Since when are we a culture to insult and deride children for what they’re passionate about?

Everything that we learn and everything that we love are tools to be used towards something greater. An acquaintance recently related the story of her daughter who was very much into Pokemon, back around when the whole US fascination with the series began. Her Pokemon cards turned into an interest in Japanese culture, which evolved into an interest in the Japanese language, which soon turned into an invitation from Japan to come and teach English to elementary school students – at the age of 14.
While not every collector will turn their interests into something productive or positive, a vast majority of us possess a deep, intellectual curiosity about the things we love, and how they connect to the rest of the world.
And that’s not something to be laughed at.















