The Definition of a Nerd, and a Beauty Queen
I had the Family channel on for my nine year old cousin, who loves the Wizards of Waverly Place, and we were watching it when Phineas & Ferb came on. It was an episode about a sci-fi convention and they started singing about nerds—I’m not trying to diss this show; a lot of other shows on different channels do the same thing—and how a nerd likes sci-fi, wears glasses, has to use an asthma inhaler, is allergic to things, or has braces. My cousin looked at me laughed and said “you’re a huge nerd!” I laughed and said I was, because all of those things describe me, but I’m sick of it, of how skinny and tall automatically means beautiful, of how if you like Star Wars you’re a loser. Cheerleader, beautiful, book club, nerd, if you like to read, oh my god! How nerdy! I’m sick of the world. I know I’m my own person and sometimes I can brush it off, but I’m still hurt inside. Everybody wants to be skinny, and some people are starving themselves, and dying! Am I the only one sick of this?