By brats, I mean spoiled people who are also demanding and yet basically alienated from anything.
I can't help but tie this into the multigenerational impact of 1968 and its war on the family.
A lot of it also has to do with the hopelessness in metal because quality is so low, the lack of intelligent people because they've been driven out by the shit music, and the attitudes these people inherit from "entertainment culture" as a whole.
The intertard may have played a role, probably not a central one, but having everything be easy makes anything that's conceptually hard very distant for these people.
But they're brats. Fucking brats. Behave like fat-cheeked like useless twits of children do, but when they're FOUR. Thirteen to twenty years later, how do these people justify their behavior?
My answer is that they don't. They have no hope of anything. They don't understand their music. It doesn't fulfill them. But they keep trying. To have something. Because the other option is having nothing, which requires admitting the nothingness.
They'd rather do anything than that.