When I was in high school I had some friends who were Communists, outspoken Reds who enjoyed shocking people (this was the late 80s, early 90s, when Communism was a much spookier thing to many people) with their scandalicious stance on political economics.
Last I checked, they grew up to be committed Republicans. Having tried on a pose to see if it fit, they retained the interest in politics while discarding the elements they had come to regard as unsuitable.
So let's talk about Holmies, the teen girl fans of James Holmes, the former grad student who shot up the movie theatre and rigged up bombs in his apartment.
Like most people who've thought about the situation, my first, second, third, fourth and fifth reaction to this particular fandom was YUCK.
And it's fair to say that if James Holmes had been a 50-year old black guy, the Holmies wouldn't have looked twice at him. But some of them might grow up to be people who will.
Maybe some of them will grow up to work with Amnesty International, or domestic Prisoners' Rights groups that strive to ensure prisoners have access to legal recourse, counseling, education and employment.
They are practicing love for the despised and unloveable. They are prepping to be angels of mercy for people the rest of us would just as soon bury.