The Concept Of Cool
"Stardate 29263.8 - Mr Snuggles had a bad night's sleep..."
I was never one of the cool kids at school. I liked too much geeky stuff - heavy metal and computer games instead of smoking and fighting. I was never much good at smoking – the first time I tried I put the wrong end in my mouth and when I eventually got it the right way round, I inhaled so hard that I coughed my lungs inside out. I wasn’t much good at fighting either because I never really practiced – I only had two notable fights during my secondary school years, both with kids younger than me (look – I said I wasn’t very good, ok?), but I thankfully came out the better on both occasions (girls are pretty easy to beat).
I suppose I’m not so different now, but the concept of cool has shifted. It’s suddenly fashionable for a guy my age to have a PSP. I may no longer be into The ‘Maiden and Metallica, but I collect vinyl and because I mix it with a pair of oversized headphones, it makes me hip. I think this is something that happens with age – what was perceived to be cool during your school years i.e. being a dropout, suddenly isn’t quite so appealing when it means having to wear a uniform with a name badge (no disrespect to people who wear name badges by the way. I won’t judge you as long as you don’t judge me when I ask for extra large fries).
Sadly there are some people who will never snap out of the geek stereotype. Take sonny-jim with the teddy in the picture above. Let’s be honest – there was never really any hope for him. Destined for a life of conventions and seeking rare trading cards on eBay from the confines of his mother’s basement. But as long as it keeps him happy, eh? That and a steady supply of internet porn.
The concept of cool is a strange thing. All it’s really about is acceptance by our peers. And if your peers are a teddy called Mr Snuggles and a life-size cardboard Dalek, I guess you’ll always be cool to them.
8 Comments:
Christ almighty, that dude is ginger too.
Mother Nature can be a real fucking bitch sometimes...
Strangely enough, the "coolest" kid in my year was ginger.
Doesn't say much for my school, doesn it?
(doesn't say much for my spelling either.)
Well, there's different types of ginger. There's the 'strawberry blonde' - which isn't too bad.
But then there's the "Would burst into plames on a sunny day" type which are frankly quite disturbing.
I was friends with the cool-kids and played football for the school, so I was cool "by association".
Oh yeah, I forgot - playing football makes you cool.
What was I good at? High jump. Does that make you cool? Does it fuck.
Me? A Strawberry blonde?! The cheek of it!
I'm dark haired but pale skinned - I blame my Irish roots, which are also to blame for my temper I think...
I did date a strawberry blonde once, hence my irrational fear of Gingerlite's is somewhat diminished.
And Dalton Grant is one cool dude.
Mr A. - Gingerlite... is that the low-fat version?
nf - this wasn't through choice. It was through natural selection. And being 6'2 makes you prime candidate for the high jump on Sports Day. It also meant I could dunk a basketball, which gave me a bit of kudos...
I’m a ginger computer programmer. Fuck. I am doubly damned.
I excel at smoking, though. I am a superstar in the world of nicotine. This, naturally, makes me cool and mysterious. And the constant cloud of smoke dulls the ginger flame of my hair.
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