SIGH. The “geek pride” movement is at once liberating and wonderful, and also at risk for becoming that which it strives not to be. The amount of “capitalistic consumption” (shallwesay) can be staggering; the biggest cons are very real economic engines for the cities they inhabit.
But maybe I’m lucky in that most of my “geek” friends are actual artists or scientists. I’ve seen firsthand how they take what they can from the feature-rich worlds of imagination and then bring that energy (“the Force”) back into their workaday lives building airplanes, writing books, tinkering with robots, doing podcasts, drawing webcomics, rolling the 12-sided die, or what have you. As for me, I’ll take a ride on Some Stupid Starship any day.
Obsessing over movies and TV and playing video games does not a geek make. Liking Doctor Who and reading comic books doesn’t make you a geek. It makes you a hobbyist. It’s way too malleable to be a real or stable identity, like “hipster.”
Geekdom seems like shallow shit; it’s constructed around consuming – not creating – pop-culture. Creativity and self-expression only exist within the constraints of the franchise, or the “universe” (read: capitalism). I guess fan-fiction writers and remixers are the ones trying to broaden these definitions, but they can only go so far.
Being a geek today means being a funhouse-mirror inversion of people who are aggressively into sports and can rattle off pointless statistics. Be yourself.
TL;DR version is that geekdom has co-opted the legitimate impulse for identity politics-consciousness and channeled it into a distraction.