Completely agree. Nitpickery doesn't bother me at all. I know for some it's fun, for others it's a way of life, but it doesn't phase me at all because of my simple philosophy:I've said it before, I felt that the first JJTrek was an entertaining popcorn flick with little substance. I haven't seen much of Social Commentary, aside from some emotion at the loss of Vulcan. I can handwave the physics, the transwarp beaming and red matter as being Rule of Plot, although it really doesn't hold up to major scrutiny. What I felt really ruined the movie was the complete lack of character development - Kirk was on the verge of being expelled from the Academy, and is jumped to command of the flagship; with no prior experience, no indication of his command abilities...and the rest of the ship is crewed by his former classmates. Kids. It doesn't make any sense from a real world or fictional perspective. I don't hate the films, i just couldn't care less.I can respect one's opinion as long as they do not try to go on the campaign to make me feel stupid for liking what I (or any others who feel as I do) like. Once you go down that road, well....it's gonna be a motherfucker of a ride for you.
The fact that someone else enjoyed it where i nitpick doesn't bother me in the least.
Martok's Law of Storytelling: Logic and physics go out the window when it comes to the needs of dramatic storytelling.

Picard: ENSIGN CRUSHER, DID YOU ORDER A RED ALERT?!!!Picard: "The first duty of every Starfleet officer is to the truth, whether it's scientific truth or historical truth or personal truth! It is the guiding principle on which Starfleet is based! And if you can't find it within yourself to stand up and tell the truth about what happened, you don't deserve to wear that uniform! I'm going to make this simple for you, Mr. Crusher: Either you come forward and tell Admiral Brand what really took place, or I will."I think, in order for a new Trek series to thrive, it needs:
-Sometimes quick and witty banter... perhaps ala Aaron Sorkin style.
Wesley: "The truth? You can't handle the truth! Captain, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lieutenant Weinberg? I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago and you curse the Marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know, that Santiago's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives! You don't want the truth, because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall. You need me on that wall. We use words like "honor", "code", "loyalty". We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it! I would rather you just said "thank you", and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't give a damn what you think you are entitled to!"