I’m publishing old drafts:

I’ve always suspected I was a geek.

Even as well-meaning non-geek friends with more style in their pinky fingers than I could ever aspire to told me it was nonsense, I knew.  Come on. I earned three letters in high school…none in sports. (Friend-points to who can guess what they were!) I have the classic hallmarks, namely being enthusiastic about niche interests to the point where it could be called obsession.

Really, I’m okay with it. I often think that journalism is the perfect place for geeks because you can specialize in anything, like getting a PhD in Life. And it’s a good time to be one, quite frankly.

Forget Revenge of the Nerds. The Aughts are the Golden Age of Geekdom.

Think about it. It’s right there in the chart: geeks are nerds with social aptitude. And look our society today. It used to be that only the fringe freaks had computers. Now everyone has a laptop and a cell phone that does at least two things. Suddenly being tech-savvy is a selling point, and not just to your relatives who need their voicemail programmed.

Yeah, I do some of the hipster-geek stuff, but I don’t drink PBR, have a devotion to vinyl or look good in leggings, so that makes me not even cool enough to be a hipster.

In fact, a lot of the time, I veer dangerously close to nerd territory: I also play video games (tactical, puzzle-y, turn-based ones, not like Halo or GTA4), watch anime, read/watch/love sci-fi, and even play DnD  on occasion. I wear uncool glasses. I often forget hate to wear makeup. I love baseball –and I adored Moneyball. I care about fonts.

So now is the time to stand (well, kind of) before you and say, I am a geek. And not even the cool kind.

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