Emos

Have you ever noticed that the common emo lives in a big house, and their parents drive a Lexus? Yeah, yeah, i know; their black died hair and "Misfits" T-shirts are a statement reflecting the fact that they're misunderstood, and just want to be accepted for who they are...blah blah blah... Heaven forbid they actualy take a little responsibility for their own self worth than feel entitled to having mommy and daddy give it to them like they did their x-box. Instead, they'd rather sit in the dark in their 2,000 square foot basement and cut themselves to feel the pain life has somehow dealt their hearts. Boo hoo hoo...

The truly hilarious thing about emos is that, even though they think they're the only generation to suffer this stigma; they're saying the same shit teens from generations before them have said already. The same regergitated self angst bullshit that spawned movies like "Rebel Without a Cause", "A Street Car Named Desire", and "The Breakfast Club"  The only difference is, our parents told us to shut up, walk it off, and get a fuckin job. And for us, life truly DID suck. We took the City Transit to school. And when we got there, our teachers told us we were wasting our time and would amount to nothing. Today's emo has never seen the inside of anything less than an import with heated leather seats. And despite their taste in fashion, their teachers tell them how special they are. While emo's are lashing out on their facebook status and twitter accounts, we were carving ours on bathroom walls. We rebelled by smoking in the washroom...emo's apply nail polish. Nirvana and Pearl Jam sang a repetoir of teen anthems...emo's have Plain White T's and Adam lambert. But the biggest difference between emo's and the generations before them?...we were tough, angry, and rebelious. Emo's are self absorbed, self indulged, spoon fed pussies who would rather whine their angst away. What a rude awakening it will be for them when they grow up to realize that the focal point, and epicenter of their angst when they were teens was the fact they were self absorbed, self indulged pussies. At least we had a genuine angst toward an outside influence. Their angst is towards themselves...why?...well, because their entitlement is so enabled by outside influences...I mean, who the fuck else do they have to be mad at?

So to all those emo's out there; Put the blades down, turn on the lights, go upstairs and pull your pants up. Take the nail polish off...or at least tone it down to like a glossy pink or yellow. And for fuck sakes! Learn who the Misfits are, or at least listen to their music before you put on their T-shirts, otherwise take them the fuck off....Once you've done that; Shut up, walk it off, and go get a fuckin job.

  Oh, and P.S.
                      Go fuck yourselves!.....spoiled little bitches....