Damn it feels good to have been a loser.

"In adulthood, Mary," I recently dolled out wisdom to my 19-year-old sister, "nerds make the best people.

"I'MNOTANERD!"

"A nerd, not a dork. Dorks are awkward. Nerds are quirky!"

"I am NOT a nerd."

"MmmHMM."

"I'MNOT!"

She'll come around. Eventually she'll realize she is a nerd. A nerd in the popular crowd's clothing. Not to mention, that on top of being wildly successful, well-rounded, and both mentally and sexually stimulating people - most of us former outcasts tend to grow into and develop a better style, anyway.

Cool is relative. Good company is not. And in the end, in every sense, it's win - win for the losers.