Miniblogging: Picarders

I understand being a geek.  I am one.  I own all of Buffy the Vampire Slayer on DVD, and most of it was purchased the date the box set came out.  I know a lot of geeks, some for video games, some for comics, some for TV shows, some for role-playing games, and generally, if I don’t share their interests, like Matt’s love of anything with giant robots, I understand their fandom in something a step off the mainstream.  There’s a solidarity that comes with people who share a slightly uncommon interest, especially when it’s something you generally don’t want to tell a first date about.

What I don’t get is one very specific type of Trekkie.  The normal kind, I understand.  They’ve let their love go too far.  It’s a different type I’m talking about here.  The Picarders.

I know a number of girls, completely without any other geeky interests, who absolutely worship this man:

This is what women really want.

Captain Jean Luc Picard.  They’ve watched all of Star Trek: The Next Generation.  They love Picard beyond reason, and beyond that, they do not partake in geeky things.  They do not have large video game collections, or know the difference between DC and Marvel, or have an opinion on the difference between D&D 3.5 and 4E, and they don’t have a favourite Whedon series.

S1 partakes in this fandom, and so I asked her why.  She told me that it’s because he’s powerful, educated, and well spoken.  Women will over look the fact that he was old when their grandparents were born because of these things.

As an educated, well-spoken man, who is aging, ever so slowly, the fact that all I would need to be irresistible to women is power, preferably in the form of an armed faster than light spaceship, well, it’s not something I hate.