thewiru said:I've talked a lot over the years that the anime community might be the least elitist at all, with elitists themselves being an endangered species here, so the idea of a hierarchy here feels very unlikely.
I've mentioned recently how I a tweet talking about the "diminishing power-levels" of the community, using the example on how in 2016 I used to consider 80 completed anime "shameful numbers", but that nowadays those would be considered somewhat high.
Despite the fact that I didn't even mention my current completed anime numbers, I had >>>A TON<<< of people commenting and QRTing that post with screencaps or mentions of their MAL numbers (I've seen from people in their 200's to people in their 1000's) out of nowhere, unprompted, as if I accidentally put their position in the "hierarchy" "in check" and they had to be defensive about it, like they had to prove that "they weren't the guy with 80 completed anime".
That whole thing was bizarre to me and reminded me of that scene from American Psycho with the business cards.
On MAL I generally don't care much about numbers at all, unless someone is trying to boast. So I thought that everyone else was also like that.
Was I wrong? Is everyone secretly strictly following some weird hierarchy I'm not aware of?
Once upon a time in the serene village of Anime-ia, the citizens lived in blissful harmony. They ate ramen, discussed obscure OPs, and occasionally cried over plot holes like it was a competitive fucking sport. There was no hierarchy. No one cared about numbers. At least, that’s what they all told themselves while sipping shitty instant miso soup bought a Wal-Mart at 12am in the morning and nodding at each other like polite tofu samurais.
Then, one fateful day, thewiru dropped a pebble into the village pond... “80 completed anime used to be fucking shameful”.
From that moment, chaos unfurled. The pond bubbled violently as MAL numbers materialized out of fucking thin air, sprouting little wings and eyes like demonic minions. Citizens scrambled, summoning their own armies of spreadsheets, anime lists, and obscure filler episodes to prove their worth.
Some wielded MAL pages like glimmering swords, slicing through humble brags and casual “I don’t care about numbers” statements. Others fling their completed episode shitlist counts like shurikens, sharp and precise, piercing the ego of anyone with the audacity to exist at 80 shows or below.
At the center of this chaos, a solitary figure (probably thewiru) stood holding nothing but a lukewarm cup of tea, blinking as a grand tournament of anime stats erupted around them. Hundreds of citizens twirled like caffeinated ballerinas, waving charts and graphs while whispering, “I have 637 shows… but I still watch only the best fucking OPs!”
The sky darkened with a storm of seasonal anime, and for a moment, it seemed like the entire village would drown in an ocean of unseen filler. And yet, through all the madness, one truth remained... no one actually fucking cares about numbers… until you mention them, and then suddenly everyone is a spreadsheet-wielding, prestige-obsessed gladiator in the arena of humblebrags.
And so the villagers returned to their shitty Wal-Mart miso soup, battle scars hidden beneath their cozy sweaters, nodding at each other politely… all while quietly counting the number of episodes they’d completed like it fucking adds a micro inch to their cocks, whispering, “I am not the guy with 80 fucking shows. I am not the guy with 80 fucking shows…”
The end. lol