Your Author before all the handsome genes kicked in and some douchebag from the biggest asshole movie ever circa 1984.
Turns out there was this guy named Andrew Cassese, and in Revenge of the Nerds he played "Harold Wormser" and maybe you don't see the resemblence because it's hard to get past how a stud like me could ever have been a goofy looking kid, but hey guess what else? The Space Shuttle exploded too, so crazy shit can happen is my point. Yeah, deep in the 80's while everyone else was Wang Chunging and putting on Madonna pre-whore arm bangles, I was just this dorky kid who had to tolerate a little mild ribbing on account of his excellent taste in too-short pants and his glasses that have probably been recycled for use in the Hubble Space telescope thing.
So when the movie came out it was all rated "R" because of boobies and maybe that would spurn others to hate those as well if they were in my shoes, but Boo-ya! I overcame that. However, I wasn't allowed to watch the movie because my parents were all stuck up and hated me, so all my classmates go to see it and then they came into school the following Monday and Hey Look! It's Wormser! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. And I was all confused because I didn't even know what a wormser was and it was about two weeks before my best friend enlighted me and then I saw the picture of him and I was all "Oh fuck." only since I was only in eigth grade maybe I just bit my lip and peed my pants a little or something. And Hey! Guess what else? You know how in the movie, at the end, all the people come to realize that Nerds are actually cool and they had a big dance-off and the overwhelming unity of the whole campus showed us that it was okay to be different and unique even if that was a little dorky and had too-short pants? Well the people at my school must have left early and missed that part because "Hey Look! That kid looks like Wormser! HAHAHHAHAHAHA!"
I repeat. Fuckers.
So when I was old enough I went out and rented it and watched it and I was all "Hey that is pretty funny! Fuckin' Nerds!" and then I looked around because I hoped no one from Jr. High was around to hear me and would remember that "exciting" phase of my physical development, but luckily I was sitting in my house alone, crying without realizing it and cleaning my father's 45 for like the billionth time. Of course by that point I had grown up enough so that all I had to do was stare at a girl and her panties would explode. And that may sound like a good thing but trust me it was.