My eternal apologies to Willie Nelson.
I have a confession to make. I’m a geek. Some of you might know this; some of you may have only suspected. Many of you who know me don’t know the depths of my geekiness. I’ve been listening to the Babble On Project podcast (plug!), and as a result, I’m coming out of the shadows (if you get the reference, you’re clearly a Fiver, and we’ll get along). It’s been such a joy, and it’s pushed me to come clean: I’m not a dabbler, nor a lurker; I’m an all-out geek. I have a comic book collection, and a Tumblr. I know my Trek, and I’ve written fan fiction. Babylon 5 changed my life, and I push that show on everyone I meet like it’s crystal meth (but crystal meth made with one cohesive, five-season serialized plotline, instead of with stockpiled Sudafed. Seriously. Watch it. All the cool kids are doing it).
I am a geek. More than that, I am a girl geek. A female fanboy. A she-nerd.
We girl geeks are everywhere. Sometimes, we’re wearing ComiCon tshirts and Converses. Sometimes, we’re dressed in all black, tatted out. Sometimes, we’ve got our iPods cranked up, blasting Florence + the Machine and thinking that the lyrics must be talking about Character A’s storyarc this season. Sometimes, we are LARPers (for those not in the know, Google is your friend). And sometimes, we’re the girl in heels and pearls, grabbing a coffee after teaching class and surfing Tumblr in the coffeeshop. Window seat. And we’re probably also blasting Florence (seriously, you can’t tell me she’s not a Fiver).
It’s not easy to be both a girl and a geek. It can be isolating and embarrassing. Teenagers can be cruel. Being open in your geekiness might cost you homecoming court, or a pageant tiara, or a quarterback boyfriend. And some days, it’s no easier to fit in at 24 than it was at 14.
Why raise your daughter to be a geek, then?
Raise your daughter to be a geek because geekdom is a beautiful place. In geekdom, it’s okay to be a strong woman, to be a smart woman, to be a funny woman. It’s great.
Raise your daughter to be a geek because she will have amazing role models. Instead of autotuned pop singers, sexcapader reality “stars,” and tv-drama-heroines with serious attachment issues, she will see starship captains, warrior mothers, female presidents, girl geniuses: all genuine heroines. She’ll see normal girls and women, not Barbie dolls, who really can do anything they set their minds to do.
Raise your daughter to be a geek because she will get to see beauty, and bravery, and sacrifice. Feed her stories about people (of all races, genders, sexual identities, faiths) making difficult choices in the face of daunting odds. Let her see Buffy give her life for her sister. Let her see the survivors of Flight 815 form a community to stand against evil. Let her read about the Pevensies growing in faith and bravery. Give her the chance to see these things.
Raise your daughter to be a geek because she needs joy and enthusiasm. Let’s be honest: often, life is less than we deserve, and it is too easy to become tired and jaded. What makes geekdom so countercultural is not the spaceship saltshakers, the fake Hobbit ears, or the Klingon desk dictionary. It’s the joy. We live in a society that encourages constant, empty pursuit and perennial dissatisfaction. Geeks are joyful. We never worry about keeping our cool because, to be frank, coolness has never been in our possession. We love what we love and we want to share it with everyone else. That’s so radical.
Raise your daughter to be a geek because she will surround herself with other geeks. Friendship is an oft-neglected relationship in our culture, where girls are pitted against each other in competition and the only legitimate relationship is one defined by the ability to attract boys. As a result, women make it to their 20s unable to form fast friendships. Don’t do this to your daughter. Give her the chance to find joyful, awkward, nerdy friends, to surround herself with people who will share in her joys and encourage her via Joss Whedon metaphors (“You know…this situation reminds me of ‘The Zeppo’…”). Let her form her own Flight 815 (though hopefully with less fuselage damage). What’s more, geek unity is stronger than ever due to the internet. Let her find her own community of people who love what she loves and want to multiply that love.
Raise your daughter to be a geek because you will give her the gift of an unrestrained imagination. Life without dreaming is gray and tense; teach her whimsy and color and starlight. One of the most dangerous habits is to think that we know everything, that there’s nothing left to be marveled at. If being a geek has taught me anything, it’s that the universe is full of wonder and joy and the Great Mystery. And that is worth protecting and passing on.
Not all of you will have daughters. Not all of you will have children. But some of you will. And some of you will meet young geeks, both boys and girls. Encourage them. Give them books about warrior mice in Abbeys, and truly wretched Extended Universe works. Hand them a paintbrush. Let them tell you all about this classic TV show they’ve just discovered about a girl who kills vampires, or about a space station and a war against Shadow aliens. And do more than listen. Share. If you’re a geek yourself, tell them. They need to know that it turns out okay for misfits like us.
In celebration of the beauty that is geekiness, I will be dedicating a series of blog posts to the books, tv series, and other works that inspire my geekish joy. My hope is to start a dialogue and maybe to introduce some of you newbie geeks to the great works that have shaped who I am as a writer, a teacher, a counselor, and a geek. So be on the lookout for my Bug Chronicles weekly posts. There will be squeeing, and you don’t want to miss that.