Over the past two years, I've really broken down this mysterious front I have with my family over my fantarding. They're more aware of the things I watch and what I'm reading and why exactly I spend money on outrageously expensive items related to some Japanese cartoons and obscure television shows.

It was just something that came with my senior year of high school, I think. I suddenly decided...why should I care? I used to be rather secretive and embarrassed to share my hobby with my family members, now I really don't mind at all. My brothers will always poke fun at me for liking what I like, but I don't care because I enjoy them.

I'm baking the rainbow cupcakes for work with my parents watching Kitchen Nightmares on BBC America. The family room is right next to the kitchen, so I'm listening to music and listening to the TV at the same time. I was wiping a utensil dry and the credits came on and an advertisement for Doctor Who's "End of Time, Part 2" came on. My brother, who had been watching, goes, "The hell is this?" so I popped in.

Kat: Yaaaay!
Brother: You watch that? What is it?
Kat/Dad: Doctor Who.
Mom: Look, it's your boyfriend.
Kat: Oooh, I only wish...
Mom: You have Tom...
Kat: I know, and Tennant's pushing forty...
Dad: So like, is this the end or they bringing in a new guy?
Kat: New guy.
Mom: They really go through those actors, huh?
Kat: You could say that.
Dad: THE END OF TIME. MWAHA HA HA HA HA.

It's easy to see where and how I got my own fantarding gene.