Emo is a genre of music.
Emocore is a type of rock music, originating from punk. It often describes feelings of love, and sometimes sadness, which is why
people always stereotype 'emo kids' as constantly being depressed.
Emo does not mean emotional. It's true that this was the word used for the genre, but music besides emo can be emotional. An 'emo kid' is not an emotional person. Everybody has emotions, and
people of any music taste and fashion style can be sensitive to emotions.
Emo is not a person, or a type of person.
At the very best, an 'emo kid' is someone who is a dedicated fan of emo bands.
It has nothing to do with wearing skinny jeans, bands shirts,
tight sweaters, or thick-rimmed glasses. That's just a modern style that tons of kids (whether they
like emocore or not) wear.
YOU ARE NOT EMO IF YOU
CUT YOURSELF.
If you
cut yourself, you have problems, no doubt. Self-mutilation is a symptom of bipolar disorder, chronic depression, and schizophrenia, along with many other mental conditions. Cutting yourself solves nothing. Some might think it helps, but it's just a useless coping mechanism that will only cause more problems in the long run.
If you
cut yourself for attention, you are pathetic. There are other, healthier, less painful, less idiotic ways to get attention than drawing your own blood.
And as for all the
people who think they know everything about emo kids, and that they're so very superior for making
fun of them, you're full of
bullshit.
If you can't find anything better to do with your
time, or at least anyone more guilty to make
fun of, you are about as pathetic as those attention seekers who
cut themselves to get bitched at by you.
Best case scenario 'emo kid':
Smiling to my friend, I walked over and handed him an earbud so we could listen to our favourite band, Brand New. After we'd picked our song, I put my mp3
player back into the pocket of my baggy jeans and walked into school, talking to my friend.
Worst case scenario poser 'emo kid':
I shifted uncomfortably in my skinny jeans. They were way too
tight, but I was pretty sure I saw some girls looking at me and giggling out of the corner of my eye.
Maybe. I took out my
iPod and turned up Dashboard Confessional as loud as it would go. As I saw what looked to me
like fellow emos, I rolled up my sleeves inconspicuously to reveal a few cuts. They walked past quickly, not sparing me a second glance. Dejected, I turned my music back down in
time to hear kids chanting none too quietly behind me"
E is for emotional, ruins everybody's day.
M is for miserable
people.
O is for on the dark side, 'cause we have some fresh cookies! COOKIES! "
