My philosophy on the matter is that some men make a social ritual out of getting together with their buddies to watch other men slap their bodies into each other at high rates of speed, while other men make a social ritual of going out to hear people sing of torrid love affairs in classical Italian (which they don't actually speak), and if these folks can be normal, upstanding members of the community I don't have to feel embarrassed about a bit of relaxing dragon genocide every once in a while.