I recently had a flirtation with a guy whereby we debated the merits of using Dictionary.com versus the actual hard copy, old school, book version of the dictionary. And I realized, with some degree of alarm, that this felt familiar. That this—this courting by way of words—was not a one-time thing. It was a recurring thing. It was my thing. Keep reading »
Nerd alert! Check out this Vulcan Hoodie—it’s a zip-up sweatshirt with an image of a hand, which transforms into the Vulcan salute when unzipped. Would you wear this? If you did, you’d sure make Spock proud. [Incredible Things] Keep reading »
Last night, MTV threw a red carpet party for their new show, “The Hard Times of RJ Berger.” Guess they couldn’t call it a “premiere,” since, technically, it aired the night before, following the MTV Movie Awards. Anyway, I was desperate to chat up the cast since I drool over nerd-friendly shows, so I jumped a fence and knocked out a security guard to get in. OK, actually they invited me, but still. After the jump, I ask the stars of the show, as well as MTV royalty like Paris Hilton and Warren the Ape, if they were bullied in high school. Keep reading »
Ned Weinstein* was the white, Jewish incarnation of Steve Urkel. He was a scrawny kid with a mass of brown hair that someone, presumably his mom, attempted to part on the right side. He had a turkey sandwich for lunch every day, and wore button-down shirts in the 1st grade. By the 2nd he had decided what he wanted to be when he grew up—a neuroscientist.
He also, by age 7, was completely and totally sure that I was the girl he wanted to marry. Meanwhile, I barely even acknowledged his existence. Keep reading »
A recent issue of a woman’s magazine instructed their readers to date “nerds.”
The article read like it was written by a bunch of mean girl anthropologists in little black dresses who just discovered a whole new species of men. They seemed so happy to find guys who weren’t smug investment bankers, aging jocks, or sociopathic musicians.
But by their definition, a nerd is a scrawny, wheezing, socially awkward savant utterly devoted to any woman who pays him even the slightest attention. That’s not a nerd. That’s a Mole Person. A shut-in with Mommy issues. Human veal.
Allowing these sorority girl scribblers to explain nerds is like asking a Klingon to explain The Force. I am qualified to characterize what a nerd is, namely because I am a nerd. [Obviously. -- Editor Amelia] An alpha nerd. I love what I love, and I own it. An alpha nerd can love Lord of the Rings, and the company of women. The two are not mutually exclusive. Keep reading »