True 'dat, yo.
You're more scene, punk, hardxcore, mod, straightedge, emo, indie than me. Your hair is cooler, your pants are tighter and more grunge, and you have more tattoos and piercings. You have cooler pins on your messenger bag and your favorite band is more obscure than mine. Your shoes are more vintage and so is your t-shirt. You own more black clothes, multicolored extended in length tank tops, and flats than me. I don't even own a denim jacket. Your glasses are thicker and blacker than mine, the plugs in your ears are bigger. You know more people in bands and your black jelly bracelets are the envy of scenesters everywhere. Your photography is blacker and whiter, your myspace profile is wittier, and you have much better soul records. Your tie is whiter, or redder, or blacker. You know how to say "woot" and "i heart that" in twelve different languages. You have more dinosaurs & robots on your clothing, myspaces, and livejournals than I'll ever have. Your hair is more teased, dyed, and bigger than mine. You have more picture comments and friends requests in a day than I do in a 3 months. You've given up on what's really important, and you know its just because you think you're better than me. Your scene points are double, perhaps triple, mine. Because as we all know, that's what really matters. In a scene where the music has taken a backseat to the haircuts, you win and I lose.