When you've read Atlas Shrugged, The Fountainhead, and Anthem AND can discuss with me their philosophical basis, the ideas they're conveying, and why they're some of the greatest literary achievements of the 20th century, you can ATTEMPT to condescend to me about my chosen escapism vehicle. Until then, you should visit the book store and do your homework.
Go read Spiegelman's Maus. Go read Moore's Watchmen. Go read Gerber's Foolkiller. Maybe then you'll understand the literary form.
Better yet, understand that other's loves not only do not need to be yours, but they need not be understood by you.
To argue against something you don't understand is arrogance and ignorance rolled into one pitifully self-important package.
Are we through?