July 2, 2009 | Why I Hate Wesley

I have to admit that I bought into the Two Minutes [Plusdoublegood] Decades hate for the Boy Wonder, a.k.a. Wesley “Wes” Crusher, when I watched TNG. In retrospect, I no longer hate Wesley, since Wesley did have some redeeming characteristics (see: “The First Duty“) despite the bad writing on part of writers who didn’t know how to write a teenager.

And what prompted this blog was the following:

O'rly?

And with the line about Ashley Judd, I have resumed my hatred for Wesley Crusher. The damn bastard kissed Ashley Judd. I can forgive him saving the ship when trained Starfleet monkeys or the freaking Tin Man couldn’t do it, I can forgive him for wreaking havoc with his pet science projects, but the bastard swapped spit with Ashley Judd. Frakker.

And could we have possibly procured a more goofier picture of Wes Crusher in the striped sweater? Thank the Gods he didn’t have a scarf to go with that ensemble.