^^evidence of the ammount of Gay in Emo^^
By now you have probably heard the term “emo” used once or twice on the radio or while you’ve been out and about, but maybe you’re not familiar with what it is. In short, “emo” is an abbreviation for “emotional” – much in the same way that “bull” can be used as an abbreviation for “bullshit,” or “gay” can be used as an abbreviation for “homosexual.”
It’s an “evolution of punk” – these singers who think they’re edgy and emotional sing about emotional topics and preach to emotionally charged crowds of emotional teens. They’re single-handedly turning the teen male demographic into a bunch of crying pussies. And while all this is going on, girls are listening to R&B. They’re the ones listening to songs about scoring while guys are crying about broken relationships. What I want to know is what the hell happened to the Teen Male? When I was in high school we had two things on our minds – how to get a chick to go out with you, and how to get a chick to have sex with you. Boom. That was it. There was none of this crying game bullshit – that’s what makes women women. Women cry, men **** – end of story. It’s the rules of nature. But this emo music is changing everything. I mean, even nature’s taking a step back and saying, “What the hell? That’s ****ed up!”
Honestly, people. I went into a music store the other day and the freak behind the counter started hugging me like I was a member of his women united group. Listen buddy, I don’t come to a music store to get recruited into the Women’s Breast Cancer Association; I want some rock n’ roll, man – deal with it. And then, worst of all, the music stores are splitting this shit up. You go in and it’s a million rows of emo music. You’ve got to practically crawl through a cubbyhole in the back of the store to find a single rack of rock music, and then all this to find out some ****ing asshole was too lazy to put his emo music back on the shelf and half the rock section is crammed with out-of-place emo albums.
And did you ever notice how these emo bands all have the most pathetic names you could ever imagine? “Taking Back Sunday,” for example. What the hell is that even supposed to mean? What is there to take back? Last time I checked my calendar nothing’s been taken. Let’s see – Sunday: no work, skip church – sounds like a normal Sunday to me. What the **** do they think happened on Sunday? Someone missed a few US History classes. But maybe that’s because they were outside school crying about how they have no friends.
You know, at least in the seventies we had some kind of cause. There was Vietnam and these protestors were actually fighting for something. What are kids fighting for today? Nothing. “Taking back Sunday” – yeah right, asshole, say that while you’re sitting in your stretch limo getting ready to board a private jet to London. A real anarchist, man. Don’t forget to call Paris Hilton and re-schedule that party for Saturday.
In the ‘60s, ‘70s and ‘80s rock had a backbone. There was experience there. Corruption of naivety. Some criticizers of the “anti-emo movement” claim that The Doors were an early form of emo. Yeah, right. Jim Morrison went through that shit he sang about. He lived it. He fled home, he lived on the streets. Were his songs self-absorbed and focused on death? A majority of them, yes. But it was far more mature than any emo band has ever managed to be.
These rock stars from back then did it - they made it on their own and they sung about stuff that they experienced. And when they got all weepy on you it didn’t sound like some 20-something loser pining because his rich-bitch girlfriend walked out on him after he wouldn’t tell her which $2,000 necklace looked better around her neck. It meant something because you knew they meant it and they deserved it. I could give a **** what some spoiled Pasadena brat thinks of life. When we were teens we thought everything was terrible – “Life is so bad, life is so terrible, nobody likes me.” I went through that shit already, I don’t need to waste my time listening to some prissy asshole thinks about it. If I wanted that I would have volunteered at the Youth Center, but frankly I don’t have the time or patience to deal with trying to convince some depressed asshole that he’s significant. Chances are he isn’t and if he’s already into emo then there’s no point trying to salvage his life – he might as well commit suicide, because he’s just a stain on society. (Note: That’s a joke.)
I just can’t bear the idea of these emo assbites sitting in their bedrooms crying to each other. These “oppressed” kids who drive $30,000 SUVs, are getting paid college tuition, don’t have to pay for rent or food, keep all their intake, have computers and TVs in their bedrooms and have high-speed Internet access. Emo is worse than Vanilla Ice. The Ice Man was a poser but at least his music mirrored his upbeat upbringing – emo bands wallow in their own self-loathing and focus all the blame on the rest of the world, pretending as if it’s everybody else’s fault that they didn’t get laid until they actually started touring as a band and AIDS-infected groupies raped them off-stage.
Here’s an idea for all aspiring emo bands out there – grow up. In ten years all the current emo bands out there are going to be nonexistent; you know why? Because they’re all going to wake up one morning and look at themselves in the mirror and realize how ****ing stupid they look. Anyone over the age of 30 who listens to emo is either completely brain dead or never matured past the age of 18. I’m going to quote Denis Leary here for a moment, because in my opinion he really sums this whole generation up so well:
“Kids come out of rehab – ‘Well, you know, I became an alcoholic because my parents didn’t love me and I found out my parents used to hit me’ – hey, my parents used to kick the living shit out of me, and looking back on it I’m glad they did… There’s therapy for ya. ‘My life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would’ – hey, join the ****IN’ CLUB! I thought I was gonna be starting center fielder for the Boston Red Sox – life sucks, get a helmet.”
But, I mean, at least when you and I were growing up we couldn’t do anything about it. We had a few years of self-pity and then we outgrew it. But today kids are acting on their emotions. Read the headlines recently? This kid David Ludwig in Pennsylvania (within a very close proximity of my own house) murdered his 14-year-old girlfriend’s parents because they didn’t want him to go out with her due to his age. He’s 18 years old and they were having an intimate relationship. After he murdered her parents, the girl went willingly with him and they drove off. He said they just “wanted to get away.” They also both said they were deeply in love and no one understood it, blah blah blah. Authorities later recovered a Xanga account. Guess what? He was an emo kid.
Look, here’s a clue you ****ing dolt: You’re a legal adult and your girlfriend is barely a teenager? GET A LIFE! You’ve got the rest of your time on earth to pine about falling in love – and if you’re going to fall in love, make sure you don’t become a damn pedophile in the process.
And now an 18-year-old self-described Satanist kidnapped two kids (boy and girl) from the South Side, supposedly because he wanted to carve a pentagram on the six-year-old girl’s chest to “win back his girlfriend.”
Okay, wake-up call – last time I checked the only way you’re going to win back a “girlfriend” by carving a pentagram on a young girl’s chest is if:
a) Your “girlfriend” lives in your head
b) She is related to the Manson family
c) She’s a ****ing nutcase
The Columbine shootings, all the teen violence that has been erupting in recent years – we all point fingers at the media and that’s too ****ing easy. No, no, no. Anyone can say, “Blame TV – there’s too much violence.” Goddamn it, I grew up glued to the ****ing tube 24/7 and I watched ****ing violence all day long and I never once felt the need to pick up a gun and go shoot my girlfriend’s parents because we were arguing. You know why? Because I wasn’t catered to like a ****ing prince. And I didn’t whine to everyone about my existence.
You want pain? Go take a plane to Africa (I’m sure your parents can afford it) and visit some of the starving children. Don’t forget to take your iPod with you, though. And don’t forget the laptop. Damn, how will you be able to check your emails without Internet connection? And what’s that – no electricity? No running water? Holy shit! What the hell is going on?!
"""yes, this is a c/p but i really dislike emo people so i thought i would post one of the best rants on them i could find"""