Some of you lived in really crappy towns.
High School class of 92. No one ever said a word about it. Nor the STNG communicator pin on my jean jacket. Maybe it was offset by the huge Iron Maiden backpatch on the same jacket? Who knows?
Most likely though, it was because of a syndrome that probably has a name that I never learned, but the thing I noticed was: Anything a "cool" guy did, no matter how goofy, was considered charming and funny. Anything the unpopular guy did was nerdy and pathetic, no matter how normal or even if it was the exact same thing. Kids (and this has held true for a ridiculously sad number of adults I've encountered) care WAAAAY more about WHO is doing something than they do about WHAT is being done. I gotta assume that said bully just picked you for whatever reason and would've gone after you no matter what shirt you wore.