It reminded me of when I was a teenager watching "Happy Days" with my dad. He watched it for a while and said that kids who had greasy hair, rode motorcycles and raced old cars on remote unfinished stretches of I-94 were not considered "cool" in the fifties and early sixties. In reality they were social pariahs who did not get dates with pretty girls. Danny Zuko and the Fonz were pure products of the '70s.
So here's the deal:
- If when walking down the hall, you didn't constantly brace yourself for a physical or verbal attack, you were not a nerd.
- If you never sat alone or in a small cluster of rejects at a mostly empty table during lunch, you were not a nerd.
- If you didn't have friends who shunned you when other kids were around, you were not a nerd.
- If you didn't get segregated into special "gifted" classes (they caught me in 3rd grade baby), you were not a nerd.
- If you ever catch yourself fondly saying "those were the days", you were not a nerd.
- If you ever, ever got laid, you were not a nerd (exceptions only in the case of a partner with an obvious physical deformity).
- Bonus points if you showered in your underwear.
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Flash of inspiration this morning! Just a theory. What if Zuko and the Fonz were not so much fabrications as admissions? Perhaps the adults of the 1970's could finally admit that they secretly envied the creativity, ingenuity, and rebellion embodied by those they openly chastised for being different during their youth. In a modern equivalent, Marilyn Manson could get swarmed by fans in just about any high school but if a fellow student tried to embody his particular style of evil androgyny, they'd kick his ass something fierce. It took two solid years of hard ass reprogramming to go from (real) nerd to cool rebel. I had a hard time accepting that outside of the traditional high school setting, the old rules no longer applied. Of course your traditional nerds as opposed to the rebel nerds are a totally different subject. The traditional nerd fears what the popular kids might do to them while also fearing their fellow nerds who happen to be rebels for drawing attention to them. If only they had a war axe of agility with a +5 to jock killing... or a cloak of invisibility.
And I too am sick and tired of C average students who later in life call themselves nerds. If you weren't separated from the other kids to attend special nerd classes, you weren't a nerd. I don't care how smart you think you were. Don't give me any of that, "Well I just didn't apply myself," bullshit. Many real nerds didn't apply themselves AND were in accelerated classes AND made the honor role AND learned how to protect their glasses when the hockey team passed them in the hall. True Renaissance Nerds.
Does showering in Speedos and swim goggles count? I'm not talking about after swimming, either.
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