Something about fandom and the anime community that makes you want to pack it all up and go watch wrestling. The Hammer's gotten enough letters about it, that's for sure. They were the only ones on the planet who could score fansubs, music, images, and so on, because they had connections. Nowadays, however, things have changed. Because of the large number of sites on the 'Net, hundreds of fansub distributors, and dozens of companies willing to special order your Gundam Q artbook, you don't need their fancy connections.
Nobody really does.
But since everyone gets different things at different times, occasionally you stop by your local anime club, and there the Elitist Fanboys are, with the newest show, contesting about how good it is - and keeping it to themselves. They even have little groupies - admirers from a bygone era when only one or two people in town could get stuff. You aren't any better than the rest of us, and eventually we'll get so sick of your bragging about 'convention buddies who have all of X' and 'private FTP server Y' that we'll boot you out of our little group, and you can play with your toys at home.