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Notorious geck

When was the day that geek became an acceptable and widely understood lifestyle? I know it wasn't that long ago because I remember being called a geek in school and it hurt. It hurt mostly because I couldn't think of a suitably biting reply right away: "Shutup, you good-looking, socially successful, good-at-sports upper middle class type person."

None of the insults I carefully manufactured with the aid of a dictionary in the school library were as scathing as one might have hoped either:

 

Me: "Hey Parker, shutup, you paralegal troglodytic asexualite."

Parker: "Shutup, geek."*

Me: "Ow, my emotions."

Years of counseling.

 

* Parker was, as ever, one-upping me by playing on Shakespeare. Rugby star and a classical wit. The dastard.

"Malvolio:...Why have you suffer'd me to be imprison'd, Kept in a dark house, visited by the priest, And made the most notorious geck and gull That e'er invention play'd on? tell me why.", Twelfth Night, Act IV, Scene III.

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