Let’s put this in terms so that so the dullards can understand. If you collect Lionel trains, Ertl die cast, John Deere, telephones, oil cans, gas pumps, diner stuff, jukeboxes, Coco-cola, advertising, buttons, depression glass, spoons, anything with the words “Franklin Mint” on it, Hummel figures, Steif Teddy Bears, lunch boxes, slot cars, Thomas Kinkade paintings, Norman Rockwell plates, Hess trucks, Life magazines, and literally thousands of other sub genres then I have a few truths for you:
You are old.
You are collecting stuff that has a diminishing collectors base.
You have invested money you will not recoup.
Some people think you are weird, delusional, and off for spending money on junk and living in a museum when that money could be spent on other, better things.
And you don’t care what these other people care. This is what you like, damnit, and you will spend your money however you like.
I probably got you riled up right about now. Good. “How dare he talk about things that are near and dear to me, that are true collectibles because they are old and remind me of my childhood, and have value?” Do you see the hypocrisy yet in you poo-pooing Supreme, and Magic the Gathering, and whatever else is the flavor of the month collectible that younger, more in touch people have? You ask why somebody would pay for something with the word Supreme on it and they would ask why would somebody buy something with Esso on it. “Durr, durr, why would somebody spend 20 grand on such a piece of shit pinball machine with the word Supreme on it? They could instead build a room that looks like a diner and garage on Route 66? Those are real collectibles and are classy unlike something with a logo on it. “
Some will get this. Most will not. I will go back to being an asshole and return you to your regularly scheduled program.