By sheer chance I noticed this about when a friend was cranky about Ready Player One emphasizing *our* childhood shit. There’s nothing more sacred about it than my Grampa’s ERB and Dashiell Hammett pulp stories, my Dad’s surf movies and L Sprague Decamp/Lin Carter rereleases of REH, or how 5e and the MCU are huge now. You can’t live in nostalgia, that of itself gives you nothing.