i didn't hate bandom until bandom repeatedly told me i did.

right, that's exactly it. it's like when a high school kid puts on some costume or other and then starts picking fights to prove their devotion. 'you hate me because i'm different, don't you?!' well, now that you're in my face, yes, yes, i do.

if you-plural aren't insecure about this thing you say you love, then you won't need to force these situations where you have to defend it. but all this shouting until someone says shut up, then getting indignant that you were hushed? it's juvenile, and not in the fun way.