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Beauty In ‘The Geek’.

27 Jul

I was in the shower a week or so ago (I have returned there since. Stop fretting.) I was having a lovely time. A vision of glowing cleanliness, glistening in suds. I hadn’t yet put in my contact lenses, so I bent down and blindly groped around the charmingly mouldy corners of the shower, looking for the welcoming bristly-ness of the nail brush. I began to scrub away, and then brought my hand and brush nearer to my face so I could see what I was doing. As I squinted to focus the blur in front of me like a vulnerable nocturnal woodland critter dragged out of bed, I yelped in horror.

The brush was full of short, dark, wiry hairs…and now my hands were covered in them. Yes, I am 90% sure that I vigorously rubbed extraneous pubic hairs into my cuticles. I live with six gentlemen. I will never know who they originated from. And part of me thinks this is for the best.

Where am I going with this? I hear you cry. This is just one of the many trials that a person with frankly rubbish eyes has to face on a daily basis. It’s weird to think that since the age of around seven years old, I haven’t ever woken up to be able to instantly look around and see what’s occurring. Well, that’s not including the times I drunkenly pass out neglecting to remove my contact lenses. Or that time that I did a stint with contact lenses which you keep in 24/7 and throw them away at the end of the month… but I happened to get a dodgy piercing around the same time and the subsequent infection from that somehow got in my eye…

And, as you can see with this highly scientific eye diagram- an Eye-agram if you will, the infection then nestled all nice and warm inside my eye. The permanent cover of the continual contact lens was like keeping tomatoes toasty inside a greenhouse. Well, these vicious squatters started to kick the crap out of the inside of my poor peeper and I now have a permanent scar on my cornea (which I think is pretty cool) from where it had started to melt. Yes, MELT. Nobody had ever had such a horrific experience with melting. Well, not including the Wicked Witch of The West.

But eye trauma aside, those of us that are visually challenged have, for decades, been on the run from the negative stereotypes that go hand in hand with needing to wear glasses. I have always wondered why it is that glasses apparently makes for being a ‘geek’. But then again I have always hung my head in my hands when about 99% of people that fall into the contemptible brand of nerdish territory all do seem to wear them. Severely letting my cause for looking cool in spectacles down.

You know the sort... the ones that are condescending in a way you feel like they may push you to say something nasty to them in pure retaliation? There are sweet, harmless ones too though... the ones that quietly get on with their eccentric and socially stunting pastimes. But regardless... they really all do wear glasses. Sigh.

Is it some kind of freakish coincidence? Do all clever people have bad eyes? If so I would like you all to know right now that I can’t even see the end of my nose without my glasses. Yep…

It was the fear of the geek-branding that made me miserable about glasses as a kid. Not at first, mind. I remember when I initially had to get them actually. I was in class 3P of ‘Junior School’ and I thought it was a most excellent thing at the time as I had a note to hand to Miss Pearce notifying her of my absence that afternoon because of an appointment with the optician. Little did I know that the one blissful afternoon I enjoyed avoiding P.E. would bear a heavy price of a ticket to derogatory stereotyping through into my adolescence.

This is myself and my brother (sorry, Jack) circa 1995. My first pair in what was going to be a long line of glasses. I remember not minding my selection at the time. And do you know why? I was tricked. I was tricked into thinking they were fashionably viable because of a 2x2 millimetre illustration of Snoopy that was etched on the edge of the right arm. Nobody could see it. I certainly couldn't. Ahh well, we live and learn.

I’ve made it sound like I was horrendously bullied throughout my childhood. I think I may have slipped into ‘X-Factor’ sob story moment there erroneously. I wasn’t bullied. There were, of course, a few unkind boys here and there that would call me ‘boff’ which I frustratingly let bother me at the time. What is it about kids thinking it is cripplingly uncool to be intelligent? Yes, I was a boff! I wish I was now. God, I wish I could go back fifteen years and give little me a pep talk …

“You are clever, enjoy it while it lasts.

You are startlingly tall compared to your peers; in a few years you will be wearing heels hoping for more.

In a couple of years you will sprout enormous boobs a lot earlier than all the other girls around you. It is not a curse. It is the beginning of a very beautiful relationship. Fifteen years in the future you will be using them bad boys to get men to do what you want and get drinks before others. So don’t panic.”

And then I would ruffle little me’s hair and tell me to ignore that wretched saying that made me lose sleep at night in my early teens ‘Boys don’t make passes at girls wearing glasses’. I can thoroughly vouch that little Lucy will do alright for herself.  Ahem.

So jump forward fifteen years and now, very confusingly, apparently it’s exceptionally cool to be wearing glasses?

I would like to take the time to point out that I got these BEFORE they were cool, yeah? Got that? I'm within my rights to stake a claim on glasses trends after my years of service. So there.

So much so in fact that I now get infuriated by berks who wear pretend ones. They weren’t there at the beginning, when times were tough, when the insult blitz was a-raging. And now they want to jump on the bandwagon? Pah! The fickle folly of youth. I have to say that now I am a real person that has shed the skin of insecurity like a super-chic snake, I thoroughly love my glasses.  I suppose they fit in to the recent trend of ‘geek chic’. Golly. Who would have ever thought there could ever be such a thing.

So yes, glasses are something to not shy away from. They’re endearing. I find certain chaps look amazingly hot in them. Perhaps to a point where its a bit of a fetish…? They make you look clever even if you’re not. And you can feign sexiness through the ‘mucky secretary’ look. And best of all, you get to play with those camera machines in Specsavers.

That's an afternoon of fun right there.