What Graham said about nerds who hang out with stoners, how the two groups overlap, resonated with me. After 2½ years in highschool, when I had gotten fed up with being ghettoized as an unpopular intellectual, I rebelled. The hell with it. I took to marijuana and growing my hair long, and hanging out with stoners. Many of the other straitlaced nerds felt revulsion to see me going this way. I didn’t care; I was fed up with everything in that school. When I saw Easy Rider I knew I was going to become a hippie. Of course, stoners are expected to suppress their intellect as the price for belonging, which was unthinkable for me. And hippies, for all their positive qualities, are very often infected by the anti-intellectualism that has pervaded American life since the Know-Nothing era. So I never could conform exactly to any sort of peer group.
Still, the marijuana helped me a lot to re-establish myself as a human being. Even if I wasn’t completely accepted by the stoners, I had no aspirations to be completely acceptable to anybody but myself.
I saw the limitations inherent in each group and was determined to bust out of all limitations anywhere I found them. Intellectuals can’t get high. Who says so? Hippies can’t be intellectual. Who says so? You can’t like classical music, modern jazz, and psychedelic rock all at the same time. Who says so? I was the only kid in my school to go vegetarian and experiment with meditation. I had a sort of eccentric gadfly need to challenge society’s pat, comfortable little assumptions and shake people up a little, make them think, épatez la bourgeoisie. I went ahead knowing full well that it would earn me weird looks and maybe unpopularity, but by that point I was beyond caring. I was already unpopular from the beginning, so why not go for broke and at least make myself happy? Being cast into the role of “nerd” was as inhibiting as a straitjacket (well, so was any other role); by cultivating my eccentricity I found a way to bust loose and creatively take charge of my own identity. Instead of being beaten down for being weird, I positively exulted in the defiant joy of being weird. I was already ostracized, had nothing to lose, so I went for broke and made my own self-esteem from scratch.
My daughter is 15 now and so much like me, it’s uncanny. Loves to read books and listen to offbeat music, very socially withdrawn and shy. Loathes the mindless conformity of teenage peer groups. That’s me exactly. I see myself in her in all the social-anxiety torments she has been going through since she turned 13. She was so alienated by the big public high school we sent her to that we had to pull her out and send her to a special one reserved for the weird kids, where she was much happier and made friends for the first time since starting highschool. She and I have become each other’s best friend now because we are the only ones who really understand one another. In that sense, Graham’s suggestion that family helps teenagers through these troubles resonates (it also doesn’t hurt that I’m Italian).
Also, the Straight Dope Message Board has been such a vital, vibrant virtual community for me as an adult, I get warm fuzzies thinking of the psychological helping hand it extends to unpopular teenagers. Graham said that nerds released into adult society will seek each other out and bond. The Straight Dope community is Exhibit A. This is as good a place as any for them to find understanding and empathy from tons of folks who know what it’s like. I’ll never forget what Geobabe said to me the first time we met: We Dopers are the kids who were brainy and unpopular in school, and now we’re celebrating our survival and our brains together.