It's so lightly euphemized in the strip that it might as well be documentary footage: we are dealing with platform rancor the likes of which I haven't seen since junior high, only it's made a thousand times worse, because back then we could like whatever we liked in our own basements. Now, if you aren't wholly synchronized with this or that cult, the investment you have made in a piece of hardware is severely deprecated. With every friend who goes the other way, it becomes more lonely and strange.
