I was online the other day and came across an older article about ridiculous things masquerading as fashion. Mostly I agreed with the things they said then I got to a t-shirt that said “I only date superheroes.” The commentary was that the shirt should say “I don’t date” and I got a little bit offended.
1) WE DO NOT TALK ABOUT SUPERHERO THINGS THAT WAY! There is nothing wrong with liking superheroes and wearing snarky t-shirts does not make you someone who “doesn’t date.” Everything else was about actual fashion problems and then they just decided to trash on graphic t-shirts and girls who like super hero movies.
However this is not a blog post about my opinion on trashing nerd culture.
2) I was a little offended because I have a mug that says the exact same thing and it is one of my favorite things in the world. I don’t have any delusion that I am going to date a super hero or even an actor who plays a super hero. That would be crazy. I do love that mug though, it was a gift from a friend of mine and I don’t want to be embarrassed about it because the story behind the mug is actually very clever and reflects well on me. That is why I am going to tell you the story.
One night in college (or just after college, the point is that I lived in Spokane at the time.) I was out at a bar doing a trivia night with one of my guy friends and right in the middle of one of the questions a smarmy man came up to me and started trying to hit on me. I don’t know where he was going to go with that. I already had a drink, I had my cheese fries, and I had a guy there with me. Clearly I had everything that he could offer me and worst of all I could not hear the trivia question that was happening.
In all things I play to win. I play to stomp on my competitors hopes and dreams and make them cry like little girls. If I cannot hear the trivia question I can’t do that and I was getting annoyed.
I did not look at the man but raised my hand up to his face and silenced him. “I’m sorry,” I growled, “I’m holding out for a hero” (I’m a champion at blocking pick-up lines).
For that brief moment I was my guy friend’s hero. We were not on a date or anything (trust me on this one. I know what level of feelings he had for me) but I am pretty sure that I became his hero for the way I shut the other guy down. A few days later this friend and I were out at the mall and made our way into the comic book store. We’re kind of nerds. And there, in the back of the store, was a collection of mugs and lunchboxes. He picked up the mug, looked at it, and said to me, “Katie, you need this.”
“It’s awesome but… it’s ten bucks. I really can’t afford it.”
He put it back and we went on with our lives until we reached the car. He opened up his shopping purchases and handed me the mug. “You need this and I am giving it to you under the one condition that you bring it with you the next time we go to a bar.”
That is how I got my mug AND that is part of why I really like it. Don’t trash on my coffee mug!
(I feel it is important to note that if that man had found a way to prove that he was a hero I might have spoken with him. That would have been awesome.)