i lived in new zealand for a while in 2006. as spectacular as it was, the amount of emos was confounding. what do you possibly have to be so whiny about? you’re a developed country. your poverty rates are obscenely low. you’re not the focus of trigger-happy islamists. you live in a country that looks like this:
what is there to be upset about?
my very best friend while i was there was named taylor and we still talk everyday. we had a running joke about all the emo kids, particularly because my three flatmates were decidedly emo. a lasting favorite: i wish my lawn was emo so it would cut itself.
yesterday taylor sent this gem my way via facebook and hilarity ensued:
i like this one, too:
i may be an asshole, but at least i don’t wear skinny jeans and 12 pounds of black makeup.