I am uncool. There. I said it. I’ve never been ahead of the game or fashion forward or technologically advanced. I’ve always loved Elton John. I wear a pink Mickey Mouse watch and Hello Kitty band-aids. I just recently broke up with America’s Next Top Model, but for the first 17 cycles, Tyra and I were total besties. I also love a good Jesse Stone TV movie. I can’t help it. I’m uncool. I never had a fake ID. I never went to a high school party in the Fells. I’m the film theory student who chooses Annie over Apocalypse Now. I still wear Birkenstocks (but now only in the summer). I’m horrible at accessorizing and never seem to own the right belt for the outfit. Have I had cool experiences? Of course! And I happen to think I have a cool job (slight understatement). I even have a cool family (and I’m pretty sure every single one of them would say they are cooler than me). Most of the time, I revel in my uncoolness. It’s who I am. It’s who I’ve been. I’m pretty sure it’s who I’ll always be. Quirky. Nerdy. And sometimes, even dorky. This isn’t an apology, but a declaration.
“The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool.” – Lester Bangs (Philip Seymour Hoffman), Almost Famous
It’s being uncool that drives people to do really cool things.
