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The Inner Lives of Nerds

  Recently, I spotted a "Nutter For Mayor" campaign sign on the side of a VW van, and I experienced a small explosion of nerditry. First, my inner Anglophile had a chuckle; Philadelphia's current mayor is widely appraised as batshit insane, so it would be a natural transition if the office goes to a man whose name is "Nutter."

  After I was finished (mentally) giggling like... well, like a nutter, I started thinking about the vehicle itself. When you read the words "VW van," chances are you picture something shaped vaguely like a loaf of bread on wheels, with an interior featuring shag carpet, a pungent patchouli reek and a cloud of marijuana smoke so dense that it shows up on weather radar. Alas, the van in question wasn't the iconic hippie mystery machine featured in countless American movies and TV shows. It was the modern version, the EuroVan, that VW made until 2003. It more closely resembles an aluminum baking pan and if it has a typical smell, it's likely fast-food wrappers and middle-aged resignation.

  I went off on a weird internal tangent about how much more information and context would have been transmitted if the sign had been hanging on the side of an original VW van. Given Nutter's popularity among the University City crowd, it would have been easy to picture affluent white kids in Che Guevara t-shirts, passing around a joint and pretending to be anarchists, or grey-haired hippie grandparents with fringed vests and ponytails, passing around a joint and pretending it's medicinal. But there's just no cultural information transmitted by a EuroVan. Can you picture the "typical" EuroVan driver? I get a vague notion of "pale and balding," but that may just be residue from the momentary glimpse I got of the driver. I just can't dredge up a satisfying mental picture.

  Usually, I'm all for individuality, and I consider stereotypes the worst kind of slothful thinking. Still, in this context, I feel like the message is somehow diluted. If I'd seen an original VW van sporting the "Nutter For Mayor" sign, I'd have some notion, however vague (or wildly incorrect), about the person making the endorsement. In the absence of any other argument - candidate credentials, plans for the office, criticism of other candidates, tabloid scandal - I'd at least have an idea of who else is supporting Nutter's candidacy. With the EuroVan version, I'm left with nothing but an anonymous exhortation, like somebody ran up behind me on the street, yelled "Vote for Nutter!" and then darted into an alley before I could shout "Why should I?"

  The luscious fruit topping on this layer cake of nerdiness is that, since I'm a non-party-affiliated voter I can't even vote in the upcoming primary. This also means that I'm effectively shut out of the mayoral election, since the Republican has a trailer-in-a-tornado's chance of being elected. So all of this musing about campaign signs and arguments and information transmission is just for my own amusement.

  This is why the Internet is my closest friend.