"I have a confession: I love dorks. And weirdos. and Misfits. Show me a muscle-bound male model, and I will turn my head towards a bespectacled, skinny, and socially awkward boy instead. I'd take Clark Kent over Superman any day."
"I tend to pine for boys who have the shy charm of Weezer's Rivers Cuomo, the wit of Woody Allen, and the looks of Seth from The O.C. (who, with his love for comic books, won me over far more than bad boy Ryan). I prefer interesting conversation over toned biceps-there's something very appealing about a man who can overcompensate in the brain department. And wimpy and dressed in a Microsoft T-shirt, you have to work harder at getting female attention. Looks alone won't cut it, so perhaps their sweetness and computer literacy will."
"In the end, most of us just seem to want someone who can be self-deprecating - someone who knows his shit and isn't hiding behind a cliched macho front. Nerds are the loveable mavericks of an overbearingly masculine society that is driven by old-fashioned ideals. These Dungeons & Dragons-loving, Einstein-quoting, chunky spectacles-wearing guys are the true catches."
Excerpts from an interesting article I found in Nylon - highlights one of the most pertinent questions known to mankind; a portentous issue of downright solemnity. Wait for it...
(Allow time for anticipation to build up)
Geeks, hot or not?
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