More of the Un-Book Reporter’s Pet Peeves

This post will be shorter than the previous Pet Peeves Post, I promise. (I’d promise not to use so much alliteration again too, but sometimes I just can’t help myself.) And so again, here are some of my most-hated entertainment peeves.

1—You Only Use 10% of Your Brain

Once this trope merely annoyed me—now it it makes me foam at the mouth. We don’t need much of an excuse to suspend disbelief in a fantasy—it’s what we’re there for after all—so there’s no excuse to keep quoting this ridiculous “fact”. Even if you know little about the brain, it’s still ridiculous. Would you believe it if you were told you only use ten percent of your digestive system? Or your bones?

It’s easy—even tempting—to go along with the idea that a) we as a species and as individuals aren’t living up to our full potential and b) that most other people are stupid (admit it, you believe both these things). So it really shouldn’t be that difficult to come up with an excuse for how your Joe Schmoe becomes a psychic/genius/super hero/all of the above. And I suppose that’s why this trope now makes me rabid—the unrepentant laziness of it. That, and I don’t enjoy being called stupid by my entertainment. Or, alternatively, told that I’m not worth the effort to think up a half-decent premise. Continue reading “More of the Un-Book Reporter’s Pet Peeves”