Fanboy. I don’t know what I would do to someone foolhardy enough to call me that to my face.
This normally nonviolent congenial individual might holler off and crack someone in the snoot.
Really, all seriousness aside the term is a long standing affront to the fan, aficionado, or supporter who exhibits intense and perhaps sometime overwhelming liking and enthusiasm for something … and happens to be of the male persuasion.
Oh and just change the ‘y’ to an ‘i’ and you’re really gonna get it.
There is NOTHING more putrid than a male calling themself a ‘boi’ … ‘fan’ or otherwise. I can feel the red on my neck rising to the surface just thinking about it.
I could do a movie script and describe a thousand heinous tortures for the perpetrator of this particular label. Normally such terms of endearment don’t faze me.
Yeah I can be a fan. You can call me boy … just don’t ever refer to me as a fanboy — at least not in close proximity.
I think it’s some neurotic remnant and reminder of another particularly dark time in human history called ‘the Disco era’ … for while the fanboys were just ‘stayin alive’ I had ‘sold my soul to Rock and Roll’.
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