So…it appears that Mark Millar has suddenly found out about the existence of Graeme McMillan, and he has let himself get all in a tizzy about it. Over on Millarworld, he has publicly wondered if Graeme might not be dangerously unbalanced mentally, and in need of an intervention. Mr. Millar urges him to take the matter seriously, and not just make a big joke about it, because Graeme clearly has a problem…he then asks his legion of fans (some of whom decline to participate in this bullshit, it must be said) to display a little collage of Graeme’s most cry-for-help-ish anti-Millar posts, so that when Graeme sees them all stacked up together like that, he’ll realize how far out of touch he’s fallen with appropriate social conduct.The resulting thread runs to eight pages.
This is UNACCEPTABLE BEHAVIOUR.
One yearns for the Trump-like asshattery of a John Byrne, or a Harlan Ellison, in this case: as dickheaded as they are, at least they’re forthright dickheads, and don’t descend to pretending to be genuinely worried about the mental health of those who criticize them. I really feel for Millar, in a way: he seems quite hurt by all of Graeme’s roasting, and apparently isn’t sure what he should do about it. He appears to consider it harrassment, but apparently his personal ethics won’t permit him to send an angry e-mail to the big cheeses at Newsarama, or file a report with the police. So he asks his message-board men to justify his position for him, and sure enough they do.
It’s hilarious, by the way.
Apparently the life of a comic-book professional is a pretty sheltered one, when it comes to criticism: for example, in the world I live in, the kind of passive-aggressive weaselhood that Millar indulges in here leads, pretty inevitably, to a fist in a face. Oh, I wish it didn’t, but it does, and it’s hardly ever what you’d call surprising: why, even in the elevated realm of highbrow literary magazines like (for example) the New Yorker, dust-ups in public places are not unheard-of. Someone implies someone else has the literary equivalent of a small dick, and BOOM! It’s on. At least it isn’t sniping. At least it isn’t defamatory. The person who throws the punch looks like an ass; the person on the receiving end is often perceived as having had it coming; sometimes, I presume, the whole thing ends up with Judge Judy scolding both parties for their childishness. But that’s as far as the thing goes. No one tries to get away with saying that they were just trying to help the other person.
Mark Millar and Graeme McMillan are just names to me. I think these days Millar writes a lot of stuff which is averagely-good for wrapping fish in, and then makes himself look like an idiot by praising it to the skies. Graeme McMillan, by contrast, writes a lot of things which cogently and amusingly indicate the absurdity of this endless self-promotion, all somehow without ever descending into mean-spiritedness. I admire that in him. Millar should, too. Because this is probably the easiest and most genial criticism he will ever have to face.
And if he plays the bully again, he’ll get much worse.
Unacceptable behaviour; however, if it isn’t repeated we need say no more about it. Everyone acts like a jackass sometime. But seriously, Millar, get a grip on yourself: you don’t want a name like this to stick to you.