Why fight it? We're all a nerd for *something*, so why apologize for it? I mean, I've said it before in a snarky way, but it's true, isn't it? Everyone has a fetish.
Oh get your mind out of the gutter, that's only the third definition:
fet·ish also fet·ich
1. An object that is believed to have magical or spiritual powers, especially such an object associated with animistic or shamanistic religious practices.
2. An object of unreasonably excessive attention or reverence: made a fetish of punctuality.
3. Something, such as a material object or a nonsexual part of the body, that arouses sexual desire and may become necessary for sexual gratification.
4. An abnormally obsessive preoccupation or attachment; a fixation.
I actually have a few of the #1 fetishes, I collect bears like so:
As to definition #3, whatever blows your skirt up, I always say. I don't want to know about it or anything, but far be it from me to deny you.
Today, however, I'm actually speaking of #2 and #4, in that we all have something which can completely consume us for solid days if we let it, whether it's a craft of some sort or Jazz Fusion music or Facebook or hell, Pokemon cards. We all have something, and more often than not we have multiple somethings, and if your something isn't negatively affecting your day or keeping you from supporting yourself, why not just admit that you are a complete nerd for whatever it is and find a club that will support it? I can guarantee you, there's at least one out there in the world, and you'll be a happier you knowing that you can trot out your macrame plant-hanger collection with those folks and they'll give those knotted wonders the proper appreciation that they deserve.
Of course, it must be said that if your personal fetish is actually keeping you from being a productive member of society or causing you to cause harm to yourself or someone else, you should probably stop it and take up beading or knitting or something less counterproductive.
So having established that yes, I am completely nerdy for many things (Joss Whedon, yarn, things made with potatoes and making stuff just to name a few, and really, if there were a day of the week that started with D, there would be a blog day devoted to it for Dorkiness), I will freely admit today that I love talking in an English accent, in particular wording things in English-accented Shakesperean style. It's half the reason I love Ren faires.
Click the picture for the website for Talk Like Shakespeare Day, which is TOMORROW! I am so excited.
All non-work-related emails (and actually, some work-related emails to people I know who've accepted that I'm, well... "different") will be in Shakespeare-ease. If I forget, flog me verbally please, for as I noted to Christine, she of Team Jacob...
"Methinks yon Mayor of Chicagoland hath a bit too much of his time unencumbered... yet I find I must comply with his decree, for when else might one find such a time as to speak as comes naturally to one contained of such dorkiness as myself?"
And then I added "Anon, Nurse!" just because I've always wanted to shout that for some reason or another.
So what's YOUR obsession?
(PS... You're welcome for the Human League earworm.)