My husband and I try hard to take date nights at least once a week. In reality, it’s more like once every two or three weeks, but… we try. I think it’s really important for parents to take time away from kids; it’s so easy to get wrapped up in how adorable those little beings are, how chubby and squishable and lovable, and it’s almost habit to wrap your lives around them. After all, they do depend on you for absolutely everything. But I believe putting my husband above my kids is important; I love them, but he’s the one I plan to be stuck with for life. 😉
Anyway! At the end of last month, we left the kids with grandma and went to see Star Wars one last time before it left theaters, and of course I had to wear my Star Wars skirt. As we walked into the theater, I felt like the ultimate stereotypical fangirl. Colorful hair, glasses, themed clothing, and two nerdy items in one outfit. Could I get any more comic con typical?
And I’m okay with it. I mean, my husband and I have a podcast about the LOTR novels. There’s no way I can hide the nerdiness.
I’ve never really actually considered myself a nerd, though I often jokingly call myself nerdy. I feel like that’s a title awarded to only the truly devoted, the comic-book-collecting, movie-hoarding, watched-avengers-fifty-times-in-theater types who have an amazing knowledge of all the intimate details of every superhero or fandom ever. I’ve never felt quite good enough to be a nerd.
I think rather, I dip my toes in. I have an unabashed love for Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit, Doctor Who, and Sherlock, and don’t mind getting wrapped up in the Marvel and DC universes. I used to read Wolverine comics as often as I could get my hands on them, and have a few still floating around my house. I’m always game to watch Harry Potter. And, okay, I used to pretend to be Arwen or a hobbit as I ran through the woods growing up.
But I’m no expert. I could do a pretty good cosplay if I wanted to, but that speaks more of my determination to make things look right than it does my knowledge of any one fandom.
I think more than anything, I am a literary junkie. Give me a book, I will read it. Graphic novels, I’ll devour. Comics, I’ll whip through. If it has words, I’m on it! I mean, though I had a crush on Curly from a young age (and still), Mr. Rochester was my first real love in a fictional form. I don’t really remember who came first. But I have noticed that most of my own writing takes note from Jane Eyre. I like the Rochester-esque characters. That mystery and sadness and passion really appeals to me.
Shirt, boots, and belt, thrifted | necklace, gift | tights, Target | skirt, self-made
What are you? Are you a literary junkie, a comic book nerd, or a movie know-it-all? My husband is definitely the latter. There isn’t a film or TV show that he hasn’t heard of and doesn’t know a lot about. (Unless it’s before the 80’s. That’s where his knowledge gets fuzzy. Like, he thought upon first hearing the name — when I asked if he knew who it was — that Cary Grant was a girl. Sigh.)