Fair enough, especially since you're not financially supporting it. :)
I guess my problem is my own history with this stuff. I first drifted away from comics in the early '80s, when I realized - early in grade school, no less - that all the most annoying aspects of these characters' status quos (Lois not knowing Clark's secret identity, etc.) were never going to change, and I lost interest. By contrast, when I got back into comics in the early 90s, I found Lois and Clark married (not bad), but I also found myself mired in this whole wave of steroid-fueled, saliva-dripping, angry warrior-centric shit, and since I reentered comics through the "back door" of DC Vertigo, I actually believed that comics could combine extravagant outfits with intelligent writing (and, naive as it was, I actually expected superheroes to offer a more optimistic worldview than John Constantine and company).
So, every time I see hoof-feet or constipated clenching teeth or pouches or variant covers, I ALWAYS see it as the potential Michael Myers-esque return of The Worst Of The '90s, the decade so bad that it nearly made me quit comics just as I'd gotten into them again.