We were sitting in Lauren’s dorm room in Sproul Hall, probably listening to Elliott Smith. Someone made a great joke. “+5,” I said, in the parlance of whatever stupid slang I was road-testing at the time. I should’ve founded Google+ then and there. “Do you give scene points?” Lauren said, her face turning ghostly. “No, uh, what’s that?” 3 minutes later, I still didn’t get it. She pointed me to LiveJournal.
Coolness is in a constant state of colonization. As soon as an organic niche subculture gets its first taste of daylight, the Cred Industrial Complex invades it in hopes of selling some fresh-seeming lifestyle to millions of unknowing teenagers. You already know this. But there’s a war on the ground that could use some diplomacy. It’s simple: indie/comedy/geek/whatever snobs should take an evangelical approach, embracing new converts with Dismemberment Plan vinyl and holy water; in return, ex-jocks/babes/whatever should show some respect and curiousity for the culture they’re treading into, not treat it as a distraction at their weekend drinking.
You gained your nerd knowledge because you needed it, it kept you alive, it helped you connect to your best friends. It’s a gift. Don’t make it a weapon.