I came home today, clutching a paper bag of Primark under my arm. I walked up the stairs and greeted my boyfriend. “You are probably going to roll your eyes at this,” I warned, before I unpacked the Hogwarts blanket that I had bought a few hours earlier. This was not the first time. Basically after every visit to the Primark, I come home with geeky stuff because it’s something that makes me happy. Whether it’s a Harry Potter blanket or a Pokémon shirt or a Disney mug, they all make me happy because they remind me of the series or films and games that I have come to love during my years on this planet.
When you are in your teenage years, this is considered cute. But once you creep closer to your twenties and the inevitable ‘adulthood’, suddenly the people around you ask you whether it isn’t a bit childish. It’s exasperating to be honest, because I don’t think me openly liking things that are deemed ‘childish’ has any effect on how I deal with my responsibilities as an adult. Yet it is not uncommon for people to judge you. Obviously when you’ve reached a certain age, you are obliged to read novels only meant for adults, recite Shakespeare in your free time and spend brunch dates discussing work and the kids. But why is there such a stigma on being a geek or liking geeky stuff?