When the plague times befell upon our world, there was a lot of concern all over the place. Most of it was in the right place—worrying about the health of loved ones, vulnerable ones especially, fear over catching the disease yourself, if and how one’s employment would be effected and how would one keep money coming in, and taking a long, deep, introspective look in to whether or not working for a bastardly employer who sees employees as resources to be exploited and treats salaries as just another expense to minimize was something that was really one’s goal in life after all. But, because our world is besot with scumbags, some people had their priorities horribly misplaced—mostly between finding ways to profit off of scaremongering and ignorance and crying about how they’re supposed to live without their precious fast casual dining and going to the movies. And yes, our fandom is no different in this regard.

That’s right, when conventions were shelved due to not wanting to spread the disease any more than it already had been, a lot of people were upset…for the very wrongest reasons. Screw wanting to protect others and not spreading the disease to someone close to you, I wanna go to my cons, damn it!

Needless to say, this is the wrong mindset to have.