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**Warning**
Long Rant/Really Cool Thing Ahead
Does everyone remember back at the beginning of the year when it was totally fab [that was for cooper] to call someone a "conformer"? If "That Conformer Nut" was breathing the same way as "Random Cool Guy" at any point in the past, present or future, "That Conformer Nut" was instantly labeled a "conformer", banned from all social events and condemned to burn for all eternity. Heaven forbid we conform. Everyone who is cool does not conform, despite the fact that everything you do has already been done before in some way, and by definition living your life is in fact "conforming." So the cool thing to do was to conform to not-conforming, and call everyone who was either too smart to fall for that bullshit or too stupid to realize what was going on a conformer. I realize that some people were really and truly...dare I say it...conforming (such as the latter of the two listed earlier), but the number of true conformers and the pegged "conformers," called so by the conforming non-conformers, didn't agree. Not even close.
The word conforming and its many forms appeared 15 times in that last paragraph. That's a lot, and I understand. I did that on purpose. It brought back memories of the many times I heard it at the beginning of the school year. Already my blood is boiling again.
I told you that to tell you this:
It's happening again. Yes my friends, duck for cover; soon, empty labels will be flying around jacktown like drunken birds, slamming anything and everything that moves. Fear.
But no longer is the chosen word of condemnation "conformer." No, sir it’s even better this time. It has evolved into: Emo. Yes, the age old, oft' over-looked ideology of true (again, dare I say it?) non-conforming conformity has been kidnapped by the public and is now being ravaged in a dark alley. Anything from walking a certain way, watching certain movies, reading a newspaper (don't say it can't happen: in my presence, someone has already been labeled Emo for reading a newspaper) or listening to an iPod (which, being as popular as it is, already rips the meaning of Emo to shreds) can get you labeled as Emo, as well as the traditional Emo signs, such as tight pants, screamy music and box framed glasses.
Soon, as with Conformer and Non-Conformer, the world will again be split into two factions: The Emo and The [vastly-superior-recently-coined] Elmo. The Emo will be the foolish individuals who, either by stupidity, intelligence, apathy, or actual Emo-ness, earn the dreaded label of Emo, along with its punishment of eternal burning, similar to that of the fool conformer, as dictated by their Elmo superiors. These Elmo are, of course, the ones who realize that it is way cool and totally hip to hate on the Emo underlings. Way to go, Elmo: in your feeble attempt to run away from the horribly scary lable-monster (which you don't have enough personality/individuality to fight off yourself), you trip, fall and get trampled by it. It then turns around and realizes that, yes, its prey was indeed base enough to fall down; then it feasts. That is the fate of the Elmo: to be consumed by a horribly scary Lable Monster. The Emo, of course, are burning for eternity, so they don't have it much better.
In order to save my sanity, and undoubtedly the pride of many soon-to-be-labeled-Emos out there, don't. Just stop. We are all very proud that you can pronounce e-m-o, just save it for when it’s really needed; read: never. Be yourself; don't buy into the non-conformity/Elmo craze and we won't have these issues.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go listen to my emo music on my emo iPod in some emo tight pants with matching black emo converse all-stars wearing emo box-framed glasses while eating emo frosted-flakes-mixed-with-lucky-charms (because mixing things together is totally emo) while watching my emo Garden State reading a very emo book and playing some emo video games. Gee, after this I think I'll write a very emo poem about the twisted contents of my oh-so-very-emo soul, then post about my emo experiences on my infinately emo xanga.
Wow, after saying "Emo" that much, it almost becomes exactly what it is: an empty label. Who would have thought?
Long Rant/Really Cool Thing Ahead
Does everyone remember back at the beginning of the year when it was totally fab [that was for cooper] to call someone a "conformer"? If "That Conformer Nut" was breathing the same way as "Random Cool Guy" at any point in the past, present or future, "That Conformer Nut" was instantly labeled a "conformer", banned from all social events and condemned to burn for all eternity. Heaven forbid we conform. Everyone who is cool does not conform, despite the fact that everything you do has already been done before in some way, and by definition living your life is in fact "conforming." So the cool thing to do was to conform to not-conforming, and call everyone who was either too smart to fall for that bullshit or too stupid to realize what was going on a conformer. I realize that some people were really and truly...dare I say it...conforming (such as the latter of the two listed earlier), but the number of true conformers and the pegged "conformers," called so by the conforming non-conformers, didn't agree. Not even close.
The word conforming and its many forms appeared 15 times in that last paragraph. That's a lot, and I understand. I did that on purpose. It brought back memories of the many times I heard it at the beginning of the school year. Already my blood is boiling again.
I told you that to tell you this:
It's happening again. Yes my friends, duck for cover; soon, empty labels will be flying around jacktown like drunken birds, slamming anything and everything that moves. Fear.
But no longer is the chosen word of condemnation "conformer." No, sir it’s even better this time. It has evolved into: Emo. Yes, the age old, oft' over-looked ideology of true (again, dare I say it?) non-conforming conformity has been kidnapped by the public and is now being ravaged in a dark alley. Anything from walking a certain way, watching certain movies, reading a newspaper (don't say it can't happen: in my presence, someone has already been labeled Emo for reading a newspaper) or listening to an iPod (which, being as popular as it is, already rips the meaning of Emo to shreds) can get you labeled as Emo, as well as the traditional Emo signs, such as tight pants, screamy music and box framed glasses.
Soon, as with Conformer and Non-Conformer, the world will again be split into two factions: The Emo and The [vastly-superior-recently-coined] Elmo. The Emo will be the foolish individuals who, either by stupidity, intelligence, apathy, or actual Emo-ness, earn the dreaded label of Emo, along with its punishment of eternal burning, similar to that of the fool conformer, as dictated by their Elmo superiors. These Elmo are, of course, the ones who realize that it is way cool and totally hip to hate on the Emo underlings. Way to go, Elmo: in your feeble attempt to run away from the horribly scary lable-monster (which you don't have enough personality/individuality to fight off yourself), you trip, fall and get trampled by it. It then turns around and realizes that, yes, its prey was indeed base enough to fall down; then it feasts. That is the fate of the Elmo: to be consumed by a horribly scary Lable Monster. The Emo, of course, are burning for eternity, so they don't have it much better.
In order to save my sanity, and undoubtedly the pride of many soon-to-be-labeled-Emos out there, don't. Just stop. We are all very proud that you can pronounce e-m-o, just save it for when it’s really needed; read: never. Be yourself; don't buy into the non-conformity/Elmo craze and we won't have these issues.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go listen to my emo music on my emo iPod in some emo tight pants with matching black emo converse all-stars wearing emo box-framed glasses while eating emo frosted-flakes-mixed-with-lucky-charms (because mixing things together is totally emo) while watching my emo Garden State reading a very emo book and playing some emo video games. Gee, after this I think I'll write a very emo poem about the twisted contents of my oh-so-very-emo soul, then post about my emo experiences on my infinately emo xanga.
Wow, after saying "Emo" that much, it almost becomes exactly what it is: an empty label. Who would have thought?