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| This page is about the Emo counterculture: the attitude, fashion & dress, and least importantly, the "music". |
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| A brief (comprehensive) history: Emo was never cool. It started in the late 80's when grown men would get on stage and scream and yell about lost love while one of the other guys was trying to play a guitar solo. It was a genuine clash of cool punk rock music and angst that produced the abomination dubbed "emocore" - or emotional hardcore. During these explosions of self-pity, the singer would even start to cry or pretend to cry during a song or as part of the show. That continued on through the 90's, climaxing in 1996 when Weezer released the emotional album, Pinkerton, considered by most people with the resilience to withstand an entire CD full of emo music to be the defining sound of the 'emo genre', which was already a throbbing, veiny force inside the bowels of the music industry after Jimmy Eat World ejaculated Static Prevails and filled us with swimming, angst-fuelled [lost] love. Nevermind the fact that their girlfriends most likely left them because women don't like whiny, pussified boys. |
| This has led us to where we are today. I don't need to even put words to that. I actually don't really have the time. But you know what I'm talking about, and I'll leave all my privy readers with a definition for now. It's from Wikipedia, so I apologize in advance, but for the purposes of explaining the emo kids, it's spot-fucking-on.
You've probably heard of it already - HPD, Histrionic Personality Disorder is a personality disorder characterized by a pattern of excessive emotionality and attention-seeking, including an excessive need for approval and inappropriate seductiveness, usually beginning in early adulthood. And in the cases of our socially-inadequate peers, continuing on through adulthood until corrected by cognitive behavioral therapy, or a good ass-whooping - whichever comes first. But by that definition, it's no wonder they all dress alike - see, they need to be able to pick each other out of a crowd so they can identify with each other in order to perpetuate their selfish attitudes and hide from the truth that they are pathetic, laughable panty-waste. So next time you see what is obviously an "emo kid", laugh to yourself, as you would for a retard, or a person in a wheelchair, but always remember, never forget that these are an afflicted people with a real psychological disorder. Oddly enough, these are actually the only afflicted people you need not feel bad for. They pity themselves enough for all of us. |