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When you're online all the time, you'll run into certain people and things that seem to be beloved by all and you may not understand why, but they'll have just short of no real-world influence at all offline. Just think of Ron Paul during the 2008 election. If it were up to the Internet, he would have been elected president of the galaxy. When it was up to voters, he wasn't even elected president of the local 4H club. And little Ronny isn't alone. The Internet has a habit of making heroes out of the weirdest people that, offline, are just footnotes, if that.

Pop culture has a massive lady boner for Tesla, who appears in comics, movies, TV shows and video games. There's even a big, nerdy steampunk con named after him. The Oatmeal just raised exactly one bajillion dollars to start a Nikola Tesla museum with nothing more than hilarious cat and dog cartoons as inspiration.

Much of this pop culture love seems to be centered around him online, where, if you Google "Tesla fan fiction," you'll get a few million results, and only a third as many for "Thomas Edison fan fiction," which is generally much more poorly written and homoerotic in nature. Edison usually starts out by dropping a light bulb and has an assistant bend over and pick it up, one thing leads to another, and everyone's bloomers get thrown out the window.

At first glance, Tesla seems like he might be a good choice for an Internet icon, minus the fact that he's been dead since World War II. He was a bit of a mad scientist type of a guy, he had an irrational hate for fat people, he liked to make lightning and he apparently created a functional earthquake machine. He's pretty much the template for modern-day nerd fantasy.

On the other hand, Tesla was ruined in life by Thomas Edison and died broke and alone, and also celibate, because he didn't like germs. He was hardcore OCD and refused to stay in hotel rooms with numbers not divisible by three, he would use 18 napkins to clean a plate and silverware before eating, and he told people he'd been in radio contact with aliens. So, you know, he was kind of batshit.

Go to Reddit and search for Shoenice22 and then put your baffle shoes on, because you're going to be baffled. It's like being flabbergasted, but fewer people get hurt and the sexual undertones are more subtle. Shoenice is a man who makes YouTube videos. Dozens and dozens of YouTube videos, and each one is essentially the same. Mr. Nice, an affable enough fellow whose giant head fills your screen, speaks with a slow, semi-slurred voice and ingests things. All kinds of things. From full bottles of vodka to furniture cleaner to a dozen eggs with their shells and everything in between, he seems to eat it if you ask him to. Sometimes he almost seems to puke, all the time he seems completely shitfaced to the point of transporting himself directly into the mental state of Lennie from Of Mice and Men, and never does he stop to question why you'd want to watch him, because if people can watch E!, they can watch a dude eat a poster of Justin Bieber.

Shoe currently has 160,000 subscribers on YouTube and over 42 million views. He's uploaded over 300 videos in which he enlightens mankind by eating creams meant to stop vaginal itching and lit birthday candles. Here he is eating a stick of Old Spice:

On one hand, it's not hard to see the perverse appeal of Shoenice -- the dude literally eats anything. Tampons, caulk, bottles of vinegar and booze, what's not to love? On the other hand, it seems like people are just watching to see if his ears are going to start bleeding and there's some way he managed to upload a video while actually dying. He's like Snooki's vagina -- the horrible promise of horrible things you don't want to see, and yet, if it's right there, why not take a look?

Except when they don't. Because there's no telling who is calling themselves Anonymous, which is sort of the point -- you can't say who they are or what they're doing a lot of the time. Are they protesting Scientology? Seems like they have in the past. Are they sharing anime porn on 4chan? Well, someone is, anonymously. But they do spring forth on occasion with a few shining moments that the rest of the Internet gets behind -- particularly when it comes to abused animals, child pornography and bullying.

Thanks to the vigilante efforts of Anonymous, the lady who dumped a cat in the trash was identified, and so was the girl who tossed a puppy into a river. They love animals, the little scamps! They also hate pedophiles!

You may be thinking that these guys seem pretty great, and the fact that they hate Scientology makes them seem even more awesome because Scientology, as we all know, is worse than Hitler AIDS. Then the guy next to you may want to pipe up and ask about all the child porn people get off of 4chan, where Anonymous allegedly resides all the time anyway, and this whole heroism thing comes crashing down.

Indeed, as awesome and altruistic as the goals of Anonymous are sometimes, they also sometimes just harass people mercilessly for perceived slights, hack government and business websites (which our lawyers insist we tell you is bad) and perpetuate memes. You can never underestimate the unforgivable nature of memes. Of course it's up to you to decide if the bad outweighs the good, which I am not suggesting at all. Love you, Anonymous, please don't ruin my life.

If each field of knowledge were to be represented by one single person, Neil DeGrasse Tyson would represent science. Kim Kardashian would represent vacuous suckholery, which you can major in at DeVry.

Any time a media outlet needs to talk to a scientist, they go to Tyson. He's pop culture's answer to every question it doesn't currently have an answer to because the question is really tough and sciencey. It used to be Bill Nye the Science Guy, but he's starting to look more and more like the Hyper-Chicken from Futurama in his old age.

Tyson, an educated, knowledgeable and insightful man, seems like a great idea for a hero. He should be the kind of person young folks look up to, dadgummit. But recall that the Internet is the place where, in 1999, half its population believed the Blair Witch was a real thing because an ad campaign for a movie told them so. The Internet is the place where Nigeria 409 scams were brought back to life thanks to people who honestly thought rich African princes had just stumbled onto their AOL email addresses and needed their help. The Internet is where goatse was not only born, but found a home.

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Sorry, Timmy, your goatse impression is still all fucked up.

Offline, Tyson is just a guy on the news explaining, 45 minutes past the hour, why that meteor is probably not going to hit Earth. Online, he's got the No. 2 slot on a Google search for "Neil" after Patrick Harris, and he's also the model for his own badass meme, the Neil DeGrasse Tyson reaction face, which we can confirm is really Tyson and not Steve Harvey, as many have thought. You'll find millions of instances of the "we got a badass" meme if you Google it, he has about a half-million followers on Twitter and he'll net about 6,000 hits on Reddit and around 3,000 videos on YouTube. To put that into perspective, that is more than me. Me. And I once wrote an article about romantic songs you didn't know were about rape.

Incidentally, none of this questions Tyson's badass science cred. It's about time we started looking up to smart people. Mr. Tyson, I want to make a model of the solar system with you.

Bacon is cured pork meat. You use brine or dry pack it in salt to preserve it, then maybe you smoke it. That's literally as complicated as bacon gets. However, bacon is pretty much the number one food on the Internet today, and it's only as a joke now.

KnowYourMeme.com tells me there was a bacon site back in 2004, and s**t has only spiraled out of control since then. Books, memes, songs, cartoons, Epic Meal Time, bacon lip balm, bacon jelly beans and bacon lube all exist for the love of bacon. No one likes bacon enough to literally, sincerely want to use it as a sexual lubricant, and if, perchance, some mental deficiency gave rise to that desire, they'd never find another suitably despicable person to bacon hump.

If we take it for granted that, yes, bacon can be delicious and there's nothing wrong with eating a Baconator once or twice a year, but no, no one gives as much of a s**t about bacon as its presence on the Internet indicates, then why is it so damn popular?

Bacon is subversive.

Bacon is counterculture awesomeness. We all know we need to avoid trans fats. We should wear sunscreen and make sure we're getting enough folate. We need prostate exams and pap smears as genetics dictates. We should drink water and maybe replace that side of fries with a nice garden salad sometimes. We should exercise and stop jerking off in the back seats of cabs. Bacon is the freedom that society very politely asks us to deny ourselves.

No one is making anyone be healthy, and the news is happy to tell us all, every day, that we're not healthy. There's an obesity epidemic. I'm sweating just typing this. There's no call to action, no government mandating that you change your life at all, but it's implicit, all the time, that you're scum for being unhealthy. You're what's wrong with America, you fat, lazy American. And you lift your middle finger, which is wrapped in crispy, greasy pork fat, and you don't give a s**t.

It's human nature to push back when pushed, and bacon is the push back that Internet culture, a culture of people who have to sit in one spot and not do anything, produced. It represents freedom from the tyranny of low-fat vegan hot dogs and fun runs. It represents what's good. Even if you'd probably die and prove all those health nuts right if you ate even a fraction of what the Internet thinks is acceptable.

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