No one has ever erected a statue to a critic.

Yet, they are the first people we turn toward to determine whether we should like a product. For some reason, if something isn’t a scam, we’re more likely to turn our attention towards the negative reviews to find out why we’re not supposed to like it.

I’ve seen my favourite books torn apart, almost page by page, by people who praise books where I couldn’t get past page ten. 

Some of my favourite movies have been stomped to the ground by recent film grads who have never produced a piece of art outside of the classroom as something to share with the world. Since they studied it for a few years, they obviously know best, right?

Products that work well for me (physical or digital) are blasted by endless angry ranters because of (insert very specific circumstantial situation here). 

I also love my green jeans.
(cue the sound of every person who cares about fashion screaming)

There are also people I’m not supposed to like, political ideologies, religious ideas and scientific advancements. To like any of them is to be a world-class imbecile, apparently.

It’s strange. All these things I’m supposed to hate work very well for me, bring me joy, help me become a better person and encourage me to be a better person to those around me.

Maybe I should just ignore the negative reviews and make a decision for myself?

No one has ever erected a statue to a critic.