cheer up emo kid….

turns out everyone really does hate you.

Having angry Mexican rioters lob tomatoes at you is really the epitome of suffering for your scene, and suffering is like, cool, right?

I must be ancient, because I just don’t get teen subculture anymore. It’s not that I find what’s hip to be weird and scary a la Grandpa Simpson, it’s more that I find the new rebelion as lame and wussy and suspiciously prepackaged. OK, so there is something about emo’s abundance of fey, makeup wearing boys that would have send my teenage heart aflutter, but once we got past the eyeliner to the gooshy, whiny caramel center within, I would have run screaming back to Robert Plant and his hairy chest on the covers of my favorite Zeppelin albums.

To me emo is like punk or goth lite, without a decent musical ourvre to redeem it. In the face of even the most arrogant punks or pretentious goth kids, I could never deny that the Clash and Depeche Mode rule. My Chemical Romance just doesn’t resonate with me the same way. Again, it’s probably because I’m old.

I should probably refrain from ragging on hipsters though, lets I prove myself a total poser. After all, on some days I tend to look suspiciously like this stereotype from Your Scene Sucks, right down to the fantastic plastic. At least I have a sense of humor about myself, right?