When you are talking to people who are working or shopping in a sci-fi/fantasy bookshop it might be wise to keep to yourself opinions such as this:
"Anyone who buys a sonic screwdriver or a lightsabre, without the excuse of a 3 year old to give it to, is someone who is in desperate need of serious therapy."
I couldn't let it pass so I joined in the conversation with "My husband owns a sonic screwdriver that the kids are most definitely not allowed to touch and which lives in the pocket of the jacket he wears to work."
"He must be a geek then" she says.
"Well, yes, very much so." (Hang on, she thinks that's a bad thing doesn't she?)
"He'll be one of those people who are just on the right side of the line of high functioning Aspergers." She seems pleased to have proved her point, I'm thinking she's just lucky I didn't have any suitable projectiles ready to hand.
I was unpacking all this in my head as I drove home today and I have a list of questions I wish I could ask this woman.
Why is it necessary to sneer at people whose interests do not match your own?
In what way is being a geek bad?
Are you seriously equating being Asperger's with being in need of "serious therapy"?
Are you seriously equating being a geek who happens to enjoy having a cool toy from a favourite TV show with being Asperger's?
What's the wrong side of the line of high functioning Asperger's? What's that supposed to mean anyway? Do you have the faintest idea what you're talking about?
Don't you know proper sonic screwdrivers and lightsabres are utterly inappropriate toys for 3 year olds!?!
It was like an "I know big words" version of a high school kid saying "Dr Who toys? That's so lame!"
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