Remember when being a geek meant something?
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My dad used to take me to the carnival to see the geeks. I was always horrified and begged him not to, but dear old dad really just loved to see the guy with no arms biting the heads off chickens, or the bearded lady who would put a nail up her nostril.
Later in life, when the geeks I'd seen long ago were in a punk band featured regularly on MTV, I would brag about having seen them when I was a child, though. Sometimes I even invented stories about having been a geek myself. It wasn't a total fabrication - there was a period of time where I was really considering a career in unicycle.
You know what I mean?
But I can't fight it, and I just don't use the word geek anymore. Like hacker and terrorist it is no longer used correctly and there is no fighting it.