What's wrong with being 'weird'?

“Weird” is currently the American liberal-left’s adjective of choice to describe Republicans. I think it started as an attack on JD Vance — Donald Trump’s vice presidential nominee. He was “weird” for caring about fertility rates. He was “weird” for disparaging childless women. He was “weird” for having a bit of a goofy face.

Not being American, I’m not going to debate this charge in the context of the U.S. presidential race. (It seems a bit odd for the party that was energetically engaging in elder abuse to call anyone “weird,” but hypocrisy is no political failing.)

I may not be able to show that you are wrong or bad. But I can call you 'weird' without a single argument. It is a dull, bone-idle way of poisoning the well.

Still, it is an interesting charge — a step sideways from “bigot” into more ambiguous but perhaps compelling territory.

Ways of being weird

I suspect that it appeals to Democrats as the side more popular among women. “Weird” is not just different from “normal." It can be an unsettling intermediate stage between “safe” and “dangerous.” This matters more to women. But of course it matters to men as well.

A weird thing about being “weird” is that it can be good and it can be bad. Few people want to be called “weird” but fewer want to be called “average” or “conventional." Being “weird” can mean standing out from the crowd in terms of the freshness and distinction of one’s thought and behavior. Yet, it can also mean standing out from the crowd in terms of one's exceptional unattractiveness.

I know this. When I was a teenager, I embraced being “weird." I thought it made me funny and interesting. At times I was. But the more that I embraced “weirdness” for its own sake, the more I was off-putting and obnoxious. (Then I just became mentally ill, and “weird” became inadequate.)

In political and cultural life, it can be good to be weird. Telling the truth as others lie? Weird. Representing virtue? Weird. Breaking new intellectual or aesthetic ground? Weird. Almost everything intellectually, morally, and artistically brilliant must have seemed “weird” at some point.

Having a normal one?

Online, the charge of “weirdness” — the exhortation to “touch grass” and “have a normal one” — can be a coward’s means of denigrating a rival argument without doing the hard work of explaining its untruthfulness or immorality. I may not be able to show that you are wrong or bad. But I can call you “weird” without a single argument. It is a dull, bone-idle way of poisoning the well.

One shouldn’t be ashamed of one’s weirdness. Perhaps my most read piece was a column about evangelical Christians who present themselves as being entirely, tediously mainstream “with a twist of Christianity.” This seems self-defeating. Today, the Christian faith — the idea of God becoming man and dying for our sins — can’t not be weird.

“If someone has a faith worth following,” I wrote:

I feel that their beliefs should make me feel uncomfortable for not doing so. If they share 90 percent of my lifestyle and values, then there is nothing especially inspiring about them. Instead of making me want to become more like them, it looks very much as if they want to become more like me.

Weirdness is not always cause for aversion. It can be cause for aspiration.

Dull transgression

Still, we should appreciate — as I so desperately failed to do as a teenager — that intellectual, moral, and artistic brilliance seeming “weird” does not mean that it is brilliant because of its weirdness. That genius is so often eccentric does not mean that eccentricity bears essential virtue. Isaac Newton was “weird” but so is the world’s most boring stamp collector.

There is still “good weird” and “bad weird.” Telling hard truths, for example, can be weird in a good way. But context matters. Telling a child that his mum’s cancer is terminal on his birthday, I think we could all accept, is not good weird.

The fact that physical attractiveness tends to gradually decline with age, to take a small but more commonly relevant example, does not mean it isn’t weird — and in a bad sense — to tell random young women that they will “hit the wall."

As much as I’ll defend the right to research unfashionable ideas about biology, meanwhile, holding forth about hereditarianism at a charity fundraiser for abused kittens would be a bad idea. In these examples, it is obvious that transgressing norms is less a symptom of courageous insight than of resentful instability. Where does the weirdness come from? Somewhere inspiring or somewhere unsettling?

Attachment to the concept of being a bold truth-teller, moreover, as opposed to attachment to the truth, is liable to entice people into incorrectness. There are few things weirder, and in an unappealing sense, than smug and pompous people who are clearly wrong. This is a special problem in online subcultures because mistruths are liable to be talked up into sacred doctrine. (This is why people should be careful with the term “normies." There are important differences between being in a community of minds and being in a cult.)

Beyond this, people who are self-conscious in their weirdness are liable to be extremely dull. Many of them are not “weird” at all in the sense of being original or interesting. People my age might remember the time, around the peak of "The Mighty Boosh," when teenagers would call themselves “random.” This amounted to nothing more than saying “cheese” at inappropriate moments and wanting to be or sleep with Noel Fielding. It was a dark age.

Weirdness is not something to flee from, then, nor is it something to embrace. It is, at best, a by-product of courage, innovation, or humor — the initial sense of their surprising-ness. Without them, it is a bad surprise.

This essay originally appeared in The Zone.