You don't have to be a tomgirl to get that look from a given clique you don't fit into, is all I'm saying. Hell, I got that for admitting I didn't like the taste of beer. And we were all 14 at the time. But because humor is a small person's best defense, one of the more charitable girls quickly assumed I was being silly again, and we all played it off as "Ha ha, certainly you're joking, Miss Horse." It really doesn't take much. It doesn't take being the Chris of today. "Inexcusably weird" in a given social group in high school might, in some places and times, merely be "has a non-approved haircut" or "is listening to a non-approved musical group" or "is aiming for a punk rock look, not an acid-washed jeans and Reeboks look."