These days any non-wit who can put down their Big Gulp Slurpee long enough to say "'puter" is a self-proclaimed nerd. Thanks to pop culture mall rats like Patton Oswalt and Kevin Smith "Fan Boy" and "Nerd" have spawned some incestuous abomination of a label that any idiot can call their own. Don't get me wrong, I get the grandma who considers herself a "Knitting Nerd" because even I don't give a flinging shite about knitting. However, calling yourself a "Film Nerd" in your eHarmony profile because of that Saturday when you overdosed on Renee Zelwegger ... um, no. Go watch Michael Powell's Peeping Tom and get back to me when you're tired of scratching your head and wetting yourself.
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