I was reading The Silmarillion at camp and one of the priesthood guys comes up and asks what I’m reading, so I show him, and he smiles all condescendingly and says, “Oh, so you’re into heavy reading, then? That’s cute,” as if he thinks I can’t possibly understand Tolkien’s writing because I’m a teenage girl, and I was so tempted to smash him with the hammer of the underworld right then and there.