Fuck Yeah Geek Girls

I used to be into the obvious stuff. Pamela Anderson, Jenna Jameson, Carmen Electra—that trinity of blonde perfection everyone was supposed to want. Fake tits and empty heads, basically. The script I was handed before I knew I could write my own.

Then somewhere in the 2000s, my taste inverted. I started getting hard for girls with glasses. Girls who read comics, who played video games, who had opinions about shit that mattered. The nerdy girl from school, the one who sat in the library with a book instead of trying to be seen. It was a complete reversal from what I’d been trained to want.

Why the shift? Probably some combination of things. Part of it was disgust—I got sick of the same dumb-bombshell template getting shoved at me by mainstream media, especially German TV with its endless parade of empty-headed women. Maybe that made me reject it entirely. Part of it was growing up and realizing that if you’re going to be with someone for longer than a few hours, they should be interesting. Intelligent. Capable of thought. And yeah, part of it was just discovering that smart girls are genuinely sexy in a way those airbrushed fantasies never were.

But here’s the thing about fantasy—it doesn’t really care about consistency. You can have a tangled, wine-soaked night with some brilliant girl who reads manga and knows more about technology than you do, and then wake up and want to look at your old Playboys from ’98 when you were dumb and everything seemed simpler and the world was just about surfaces. You don’t grow out of the old desire so much as you add to it. The new one doesn’t cancel out the old one. It just sits next to it, and sometimes you wonder which one is actually you.