Oh no, not nerds! NEEEEEEEERRRRRDS
I actually kinda want a pocket protector. Not because I need one (I prefer pencils), but because FUCK YEAH, I’M A NERD, DEAL WITH IT.
Here’s something I don’t often get to say about clothing choices: you are objectively wrong, by the only criterion that really matters, which is the number of compliments I get from complete strangers while dressed up with my fedora. I once made a good enough impression that the bouncer mentioned it when I returned three days later wearing street clothes, so I must have done something right.
Other things I occasionally wear (not necessarily at the same time) that fetch a lot of random compliments: a black leather trenchcoat, suspenders, a Utilikilt. YOUR MIND HAS JUST BEEN BLOWN.
I suppose my experience may not be universal, though. It’s possible I’m just lucky enough to live in a city full of NERRRRRRDS.
