I was curious about what 'emo' really is -- beyond describing boys with floppy fringes and a penchant for skinny jeans and eyeliner -- so I asked Wikipedia, and stumbled upon this most amusing discussion:
Emo kids don't get their pictures taken. The bright light causes them great pain and photographs prove the emo person to actually exist, something to fight to make sure people don't know (???)
- Shouldn't we mention that Emo's can't fly?
- Possibly. Wikipedia is striving for more incisive information than Britannica. Poets might also want to know what "emo" rhymes with...
Chemo. Remo (as in a slang term for remedial). If you mumble a little, lemur. It's an endless world of possibilities...
(Ahh the talk pages of Wikipedia. Where any topic, no matter how inconsequential, is a battleground.)
Anyway, this in turn leads to how to dress emo.
And that leads me to google 'Zelda haircut'. Still not sure about that, but here's the emo band name generator. The Gloria Scooters will be playing at the Fly By Night Club any day now.
All of which seems to me to lead back to nowhere, and I still have no idea what emo actually is. Does anyone?
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and listen to The Cure and reminisce about the good old Goth days.*
*I was never actually a proper Goth, thanks mostly not to any good sense on my part but rather the usual conformity of small town life, and the fact that I was forbidden by my parents to dye my hair strange colours, and that I wouldn't have known where to get a tattoo/piercing/lace-up leather corset anyway, even if I'd been allowed. And that certainly weren't something I could do in Dubbo on our Christmas shopping trip.
So by the time I left home I'd pretty much grown out of the whole thing and realised Anne Rice novels were awful. But I still like The Cure.