Hmm. Oswalt's ultimate "thesis" is goofy enough to allow a retroactive "hey, it's all a joke" labelling of this piece, but really it brims with unwarrented bitterness. Nothing has actually been lost here, except the fact he grew up and found out more people like the shit he liked in high school besides the small group of his high school friends. And of course it turned out that way; nobody wants to make a movie/comic/album/book for half a dozen nerds. Duh.
Usually when I read the comments section of anything I want to shoot everyone in the head, but the comments on this were great:
"It happens to every generation. The “Cowboy Nerds” who devoured western pulps in the 1940’s grew up to popularize the Clint Eastwood flicks of the 1960’s and 1970’s. The “Space Cadet” consumers of 1950’s and 1960’s pulp sci-fi grew up to write for “Omni” magazine and make “Cocoon”, “Starman”, and “The Last Star Fighter” in the 1980’s. The underground drug culture of the 1960’s and 1970’s evolved into the affable stoners populating Kevin Smith and Pauly Shore movies in the 1990’s and the harder edged “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”, and the D&D nerds and comic book geeks of the 1980’s have grown up to make the Lord of the Rings movies, a bunch of good X-Men movies, and some tolerable DC properties too. I imagine that sometime in the next 10-15 years there will be a good Power-Rangers “Re-imagining” and some skilled Pokemon, Airbender, or Spongebob fan will produce something worthwhile in that Genre too. 20 years from now whatever the “otaku” in junior high today are forging will become the pop culture."
"The only thing that has happened here is an expansion of the poser’s playing field. The true kingdom of geekdom is quite safe from mainstream. There are many failsafes put in place to defend us from the average Joe who just happens to play Fallout and may have heard of Shōjo Kakumei Utena."
And so on. I only read the first page but not one commenter agrees with him.
Interesting response, Octo. Most of the responders on the message board where I found that article had a similar take. I don't see the bitterness though. I feel like it's all pretty clearly tongue-in-cheek (Etewaf, really?).
And I do think he's onto something that a lot of neo-Marxist philosophers have commented on about how late capitalism appropriates all our shit so that it begins to feel artificial. Our only response then becomes irony.
That's what I think happens when you hear the Beatles hawking cars, and I think that's what's he's saying happens so quickly now in the internet era. And there's also the point that it IS a different (and worse) experience to devour something in an instant, as opposed to delayed gratification. Not that this is anything knew, as he admits. The monks knew it when the Gutenberg bible came out.
He's sorta wrong, of course. We're not really THERE yet. I have a Palestinian hip hop cd, and if I really wanted to get into that "scene" I think I could without fearing that Palestinian street rap would soon be outed on American Idol. But certainly it's a lot more likely than it used to be.
I’m not a nerd. I used to be one, back 30 years ago when nerd meant something. I entered the ’80s immersed, variously, in science fiction, Dungeons & Dragons, and Stephen King. Except for the multiple-player aspect of D&D, these pursuits were not “passions from a common spring,” to quote Poe.
I can’t say that I ever abided nerd stereotypes: I was never alone or felt outcast. I had a circle of friends who were similarly drawn to the exotica of pop culture (or, at least, what was considered pop culture at the time in northern Virginia)—Monty Python, post-punk music, comic books, slasher films, and videogames. We were a sizable clique. The terms nerd and geek were convenient shorthand used by other cliques to categorize us. But they were thin descriptors.
In Japan, the word otaku refers to people who have obsessive, minute interests—especially stuff like anime or videogames. It comes from a term for “someone else’s house”—otaku live in their own, enclosed worlds. Or, at least, their lives follow patterns that are well outside the norm. Looking back, we were American otakus. (Of course, now all America is otaku—which I’m going to get into shortly. But in order to do so, we’re going to hang out in the ’80s.)
I was too young to drive or hold a job. I was never going to play sports, and girls were an uncrackable code. So, yeah—I had time to collect every Star Wars action figure, learn the Three Laws of Robotics, memorize Roy Batty’s speech from the end of Blade Runner, and classify each monster’s abilities and weaknesses in TSR Hobbies’ Monster Manual. By 1987, my friends and I were waist-deep in the hot honey of adolescence. Money and cars and, hopefully, girls would follow, but not if we spent our free time learning the names of the bounty hunters’ ships in The Empire Strikes Back. So we each built our own otakuesque thought-palace, which we crammed with facts and nonsense—only now, the thought-palace was nicely appointed, decorated neatly, the information laid out on deep mahogany shelves or framed in gilt. What once set us apart, we hoped, would become a lovable quirk.
Our respective nerdery took on various forms: One friend was the first to get his hands on early bootlegs of Asian action flicks by Tsui Hark and John Woo, and he never looked back. Another started reading William Gibson and peppered his conversations with cryptic (and alluring) references to “cyberspace.” I was ground zero for the “new wave” of mainstream superhero comics—which meant being right there for Alan Moore, Frank Miller, and Neil Gaiman. And like my music-obsessed pals, who passed around the cassette of Guns n’ Roses’ Live ?!*@ Like a Suicide and were thus prepared for the shock wave of Appetite for Destruction, I’d devoured Moore’s run on Swamp Thing and thus eased nicely into his Watchmen. I’d also read the individual issues of Miller’s Daredevil: Born Again run, so when The Dark Knight Returns was reviewed by The New York Times, I could say I saw it coming. And I’d consumed so many single-issue guest-writing stints of Gaiman’s that when he was finally given The Sandman title all to himself, I was first in line and knew the language.
Admittedly, there’s a chilly thrill in moving with the herd while quietly being tuned in to something dark, complicated, and unknown just beneath the topsoil of popularity. Something about which, while we moved with the herd, we could share a wink and a nod with two or three other similarly connected herdlings.
When our coworkers nodded along to Springsteen and Madonna songs at the local Bennigan’s, my select friends and I would quietly trade out-of-context lines from Monty Python sketches—a thieves’ cant, a code language used for identification. We needed it, too, because the essence of our culture—our “escape hatch” culture—would begin to change in 1987.
That was the year the final issue of Watchmen came out, in October. After that, it seemed like everything that was part of my otaku world was out in the open and up for grabs, if only out of context. I wasn’t seeing the hard line between “nerds” and “normals” anymore. It was the last year that a T-shirt or music preference or pastime (Dungeons & Dragons had long since lost its dangerous, Satanic, suicide-inducing street cred) could set you apart from the surface dwellers. Pretty soon, being the only person who was into something didn’t make you outcast; it made you ahead of the curve and someone people were quicker to befriend than shun. Ironically, surface dwellers began repurposing the symbols and phrases and tokens of the erstwhile outcast underground.
Fast-forward to now: Boba Fett’s helmet emblazoned on sleeveless T-shirts worn by gym douches hefting dumbbells. The Glee kids performing the songs from The Rocky Horror Picture Show. And Toad the Wet Sprocket, a band that took its name from a Monty Python riff, joining the permanent soundtrack of a night out at Bennigan’s. Our below-the-topsoil passions have been rudely dug up and displayed in the noonday sun. The Lord of the Rings used to be ours and only ours simply because of the sheer goddamn thickness of the books. Twenty years later, the entire cast and crew would be trooping onstage at the Oscars to collect their statuettes, and replicas of the One Ring would be sold as bling.
The topsoil has been scraped away, forever, in 2010. In fact, it’s been dug up, thrown into the air, and allowed to rain down and coat everyone in a thin gray-brown mist called the Internet. Everyone considers themselves otaku about something—whether it’s the mythology of Lost or the minor intrigues of Top Chef. American Idol inspires—if not in depth, at least in length and passion—the same number of conversations as does The Wire. There are no more hidden thought-palaces—they’re easily accessed websites, or Facebook pages with thousands of fans. And I’m not going to bore you with the step-by-step specifics of how it happened. In the timeline of the upheaval, part of the graph should be interrupted by the words the Internet. And now here we are.
Click on the link above for the rest..it's worth a read.
"Wake Up, Geek Culture. Time to Die."
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Hmm. Oswalt's ultimate "thesis" is goofy enough to allow a retroactive "hey, it's all a joke" labelling of this piece, but really it brims with unwarrented bitterness. Nothing has actually been lost here, except the fact he grew up and found out more people like the shit he liked in high school besides the small group of his high school friends. And of course it turned out that way; nobody wants to make a movie/comic/album/book for half a dozen nerds. Duh.
Usually when I read the comments section of anything I want to shoot everyone in the head, but the comments on this were great:
"It happens to every generation. The “Cowboy Nerds” who devoured western pulps in the 1940’s grew up to popularize the Clint Eastwood flicks of the 1960’s and 1970’s. The “Space Cadet” consumers of 1950’s and 1960’s pulp sci-fi grew up to write for “Omni” magazine and make “Cocoon”, “Starman”, and “The Last Star Fighter” in the 1980’s. The underground drug culture of the 1960’s and 1970’s evolved into the affable stoners populating Kevin Smith and Pauly Shore movies in the 1990’s and the harder edged “Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas”, and the D&D nerds and comic book geeks of the 1980’s have grown up to make the Lord of the Rings movies, a bunch of good X-Men movies, and some tolerable DC properties too. I imagine that sometime in the next 10-15 years there will be a good Power-Rangers “Re-imagining” and some skilled Pokemon, Airbender, or Spongebob fan will produce something worthwhile in that Genre too. 20 years from now whatever the “otaku” in junior high today are forging will become the pop culture."
"The only thing that has happened here is an expansion of the poser’s playing field. The true kingdom of geekdom is quite safe from mainstream. There are many failsafes put in place to defend us from the average Joe who just happens to play Fallout and may have heard of Shōjo Kakumei Utena."
And so on. I only read the first page but not one commenter agrees with him.
January 06, 2011 8:21 AM
Interesting response, Octo. Most of the responders on the message board where I found that article had a similar take. I don't see the bitterness though. I feel like it's all pretty clearly tongue-in-cheek (Etewaf, really?).
And I do think he's onto something that a lot of neo-Marxist philosophers have commented on about how late capitalism appropriates all our shit so that it begins to feel artificial. Our only response then becomes irony.
That's what I think happens when you hear the Beatles hawking cars, and I think that's what's he's saying happens so quickly now in the internet era. And there's also the point that it IS a different (and worse) experience to devour something in an instant, as opposed to delayed gratification. Not that this is anything knew, as he admits. The monks knew it when the Gutenberg bible came out.
He's sorta wrong, of course. We're not really THERE yet. I have a Palestinian hip hop cd, and if I really wanted to get into that "scene" I think I could without fearing that Palestinian street rap would soon be outed on American Idol. But certainly it's a lot more likely than it used to be.
January 07, 2011 11:21 AM