A story about a pack of culturally trendy snoots who have misappropriated the term "nerd" to describe themselves. They are all slightly attractive and socially gifted. They defend their own "nerdiness" vehemently to anyone who tries to argue otherwise--or even those who seem to suggest or imply that they may not be nerds. Then, one day, they encounter a real-life actual nerd. He wears glasses (not the trendy thick frames but the most unfashionable thin wire rim kind that change tints in different lights). He talks about computer programming, if he talks at all. And is constantly wiping snot from his nose. The way he interacts with these pretend-nerds is like a real-life black guy talking to white kids from the suburbs who try to be black because they listen to rap music and they think that's what makes someone black. He is cold and distant (he may have Asperger's) and anytime they bring up their supposedly nerdy interests, they are met with an uncomprehending and cold stare.

"So, do you watch the Big Bang Theory?"

"What's that? A television program?"

"Duh."

"No, I don't. I don't watch much television."

"Well, we're nerds, so we watch it. It's really smart. But only nerds would get it."

The idea is that they don't realize when they're talking to an actual nerd as opposed to someone who is fashionably "nerdy" because they have no idea that they are being force-fed and in turn eating up a nerd image that is completely wrong. They try to make their own group sound exclusive, so the irony comes from this fashionable group of people brushing off or dismissing the actual archetype they claim to mimic--or not mimic, but...be.