I went to go see James Marsters’ band, ** Ghost of the Robot, ** last weekend. They play at a funky little bar in Santa Monica, and this is the second time I’ve gone to see them/him.
As you might guess, it is a bit of a madhouse scene, almost 100% female, and pretty much 99.9% hardcore ** Spike ** fans. (as in * Buffy The Vampire Slayer * , if anyone doesn’t already know that who is reading this thread). After the show, everyone lines up around the block, ostensibly to meet the band, but really just to meet JM. He sits at a table and signs anything you put in front of him, in spite of the warning from handlers that “no Buffy items will be signed!”, and is very sweet and very pleasant.
I could not help but notice the phenomenon of which I was unquestionably a part: 85% of the women in the room were overweight and middle-aged. Okay, maybe it’s more accurate to say that 85% were overweight, 70% were both overweight and middle-aged, and the few women who were neither were also not especially attractive in any other way. In other words, no hot groupie babes.
What I’m asking is your opinions about why this should be so. I know it isn’t a matter of Spike appealing only to middle-aged fat broads, that’s ridiculous. Is it a coolness factor? Babelicious women wouldn’t be caught dead doing anything that geeky? What’s the story here?
I have heard the theory floated that these women have no man and project on to a TV character, or some such rot, but I am proof enough that this isn’t so. I have a wonderful man, who is not just a man, but a smart, kind, sexy, beautiful YOUNG man to boot. I don’t need no stinkin’ TV character to fill some empty hole. I just think he’s faboo.
In case anyone is curious, and in the interests of clarity, I did NOT ask for an autograph, because I think autographs are stupid. I was at the beginning of the line and I just looked him in the eye and told him that I didn’t want him to sign anything for me, I just wanted to thank him for doing such a wonderful job of bringing Spike to life and making me feel so much for the character. He looked taken aback for a moment, then gave me a broad smile and said “Wow…thanks, I really appreciate that.” and gave me a double-handed handshake.
Which leads me to the Part II question…what is the deal with autographs? Why? What is the point? Why is that valuable? There was one gal there, very nice lady, (middle-aged, overweight, very pretty and married) who was meeting him for the 14th time or some such, and had a room full of stuff he’d signed. She was having him sign 2 CD’s and a T-shirt and she had a photo she wanted me to have him sign because I wasn’t asking him to sign anything (she obviously missed where I was coming from with that because she asked me about 5 times…but she had a buzz on, so that’s probably why.) I asked her what the hell was the deal, and she couldn’t really answer me.
Any takers? Anyone want to try and suss out the mysteries of fandom?