You weren't around the first time it came up. That time I was told, in a very patronising fashion, by a nineteen year old, that if only I had read as much as she had and had her superior understanding of genre and the obligations it lay on the author . . . blah, blah, blah. The same wretched child had earlier told me (in similar patronising fashion) that if only I listened to classical music (like wot she did!) I would realise the true genius of the score of the Harry Potter film music . . . blah, blah, blah. I was so pleased to see her announcement that she was leaving the fandom wing to the appalling drivel that was Deathly Hallows (or some such grand statement).