Freaks and Geeks

Where have all the heroes gone?

Perhaps it's a protracted backlash against the much-worshipped highschool elite of lettered scholars and athletic quarterbacks but since when did the lame-ass losers suddenly take over as our role models in life?


Don't you wanna grow up to be like him!
Seriously. Come on. Slackers. Dorks. Wieners. Wimps.

What is up with that? Just take a look at the latest slew of bromances courtesy of the likes of Rainn Wilson, Seth Rogen and Judd Apatow and you'll know what I'm talking about! While the girls are getting kick-ass Miss Independent role models, the male heroes we have on the screen are the potty-mouthed, pop-culture spouting freakgeeks who creep around dank basements subsisting on a diet of junk food, playstation modules and iPods.

And we expect dazzlingly beautiful blond cheerleaders to fall heedlessly in love with them.

Get real. Now that's a fantasy.

Slacker : Date me please.
Beauty : Get lost, creep. You're sucking up my oxygen.
Slacker : Pretty please. I might be lazing around on my couch playing games and sucking coke now but somehow I'll become rich one day.
Beauty : Call me then okay. Till then I'd rather be a celibate nun. Or a kick-ass karate exponent / beauty queen / business exec. So step away before I hurt you.
Slacker : How about you, gay boy?
Gay boy : Get lost, creep. I am dating the quarterback. So step away before I stuff you in your locker.

Before we expected the princess in the fairy tale to fall for the perfect prince charming - and now she's supposed to fall for the ass he rode in on?

Like eeew.

Even the stereotypically horny gay man would run screaming. In the opposite direction. Seriously.

If the new wave of male-centric comedies is what draws the crowd these days, what's up with the young male demographic? Do these gullible teenage boys actually look up to slacker high-school dropouts who live paycheck to paycheck at the local fast food eatery, hoping their moms don't kick them out for forgetting to take out the trash? What happened to ambition and drive? What happened to good-old fashioned ethics and hard work? What happened to living up to your potential?

Atticus Finch would probably be rolling in his grave.

Seriously. If that were my son lurking in the basement, I'd give him a good whupping.