Fast-forward to now: Boba Fett’s helmet emblazoned on sleeveless T-shirts worn by gym douches hefting dumbbells. So no, it wasn't simply a collection of intere

Fast-forward to now: Boba Fett’s helmet emblazoned on sleeveless T-shirts worn by gym douches hefting dumbbells. So no, it wasn't simply a collection of interests. You saw it as a marker for certain virtues that "gym douches" did not have. As an aside, the more I read things written for a particular in-group, the more it seems like for subgroup in the world there is something about me that marks me as outside and below them. Geeks, dumbbells, check. Does anyone else feel that way? Does everyone else feel that way? Well, I’ve got news for you—pop culture is nerd culture. The fans of Real Housewives of Hoboken watch, discuss, and absorb their show the same way a geek watched Dark Shadows or obsessed over his eighth-level half-elf ranger character in Dungeons & Dragons. It’s the method of consumption, not what’s on the plate. Since there’s no going back—no reverse on the out-of-control locomotive we’ve created—we’ve got to dump nitro into the engines. We need to get serious, and I’m here to outline my own personal fantasy: We start with lists of the best lists of boobs. My advice is that if you're feeling competitive and threatened by the massive amount of geekery in the world today, don't try to escape by getting meta about culture, because that isn't exactly a green field. In all seriousness, I understand where this guy is coming from, and I feel a loss of identity going online and immediately finding myself surrounded by like-minded people. I don't think we should try to regain that feeling, though. It was childish to begin with, and it served its purpose for us. Leave it for the next generation.