Just finished rewatching the entire Harry Potter series with Jennie.
Still magical. Still powerful.
And yeah… apparently still controversial?
In a time when nuance is outlawed and mobs try to dictate what you’re allowed to enjoy, I’ve chosen a different path.
I choose to celebrate stories that shape the soul.
I honor authors who actually finish what they start—with courage, conviction, and clarity.
And I refuse to join the noise of public shaming, witch-hunts, and ideological purity tests masquerading as virtue.
Do I agree with every word J.K. Rowling has ever said?
Of course not. She’s a human being, not a deity.
But here’s the thing—disagreement isn’t hate.
And thinking for yourself doesn’t make you a villain.
This is where we are now:
If you say “I enjoyed Harry Potter,”
Someone will try to make that a statement of oppression.
Nope. Not playing that game.
The books meant something to me. The movies meant something to me.
They shaped a generation. They shaped my kids.
And watching them again with my wife this week reminded me why I fell in love with storytelling in the first place.
So yeah… I’ll keep the conversation sacred—not savage.
And I’ll keep choosing magic, in a world that keeps trying to cancel it.