Profound Revelation: Part 1

This idea came to me as I was trying to nap, and I had to get up and write it down.

In terms of the most exaggerated, cookie cutter, lame junior high stereotypes, you have the "jocks" and the "nerds". The attractive, socially adept, cool kids vs. the less-adept kids who are fucking geniuses in creativity or thought. I was a nerd. I'm still learning to accept that. But that's not the point.
Let's think about how (male) members of these two groups might insult each other in stirring up a fight. In this corner, we have the jock with the sexy girlfriend, good slang, and cool status. What would someone stereotype him for lacking and tease him about? They'd call the jock a dumbass, leaping to the foolish conclusion that they must be totally stupid.
In this corner, we have the nerd who may or may not be up to par socially, but who lacks the clout of his jock-y counterpart in spite of brilliant mental capacity and a very deep way of seeing the world. How do you insult the nerd? Call him on his nerdiness; point out that he lacks a hot girl, a social life and mad hoop skillz.
The nerds insult the jocks by saying the jocks lack smart cred, which the nerds have and the jocks want. The jocks insult the nerds by saying the nerds lack social cred, which the jocks have and the nerd wants.
In conclusion, each person wants what the other person has, and not what they already possess.

Critique of Fall Out Boy's Single Based On One Full Listen in My Car

...in one paragraph.

I've heard bits of the song, "This Ain't A Scene, It's an Arms Race" at miscellaneous parties (meaning I just heard muffled noise and maybe a little bass) but I finally was "priveleged" with a full listen on my car radio. When I first heard the danceable verse beat, and the shallow-yet-catchy lyrics about words and weapons, I was engaged. Even the yelled title section, with its snarky wit and its unnecessary use of the Lord's name in vain, gets in your head and makes you want to yell along. Then it all was ruined. The chorus hit me. That stupid BOOM BOOM CHA double beat which I hate (except in the context of At the Drive In or me drumming it myself as a joke) came up. Why, oh why? That thumping bass drum, like the heart beat of a whining emo kid....it's so CLICHE! It makes me want to jump into a mosh pit, not to feel the energy of the song, but to instead beat the ass of whoever supports the idea for that damn beat.

Final Grade of Song : B minus

Peace and God bless,
Nick Fed