Entitlement zero
When people on the internet get mad about a piece of media for not being to their taste (I don't mean demonstrably harmful, I mean simply not their thing) I wish they would consider maybe it just wasn't made for them. There's a certain demographic who seem to find this very idea offensive because historically most things have been made for them. About them, by them, for them.
On the other hand, as I was growing up and forming neural pathways, just about nothing catered to me. We got scraps (and lots of corpses) off the table and everyone else thought we were out of our gourds for shipping Xena and Gabrielle. What else could we do?
Until there was the L Word and it was, well, The L Word.
It meant I had to be expansive in ways some other people - my sister and brother, for instance - didn't. When I was sixteen my favourite film was Swedish and Dogme 95 influenced. And this was in 2000. I had to see it at the local arts cinema. I couldn't stream it. Eventually I got the VHS.
This is one of my favourite things about being a lesbian. It got me online and engaged in fandom, it broke down any language barriers or the 'one-inch tall barrier of subtitles', it got me actively engaged in media - not just gay stuff, all stuff a bit off the beaten path. It made me more interesting, and interested, for sure.
For years I've been working on something about this experience. It's called, right now at least, 93 Ways to Die. It's the lessons learned growing up gay and watching TV /films. It might become a zine.
Altogether, this has caused me to have zero sense of entitlement. I'm delighted and surprised whenever two women look like they might be interested in kissing and I always assume my favourite character is about to die brutally.
Perhaps that is swinging the pendulum a bit far on passivity but I'd rather be this way than crying when there's a lead who dares to not be a white guy.