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The envitable truth has happened.
I had really hoped this day would not
come, but it has. It
pains me to say it, but it is an immimicable truth.
I have gotten old.
Lemme 'splain.
Back in 'The Day', I was heavily involved
in heavy metal music. I
still love it, but not to the point that I once did.
I wore the clothes, had the hair, the 'attitude' (such
as it was), and the friends. I
really enjoyed it. I
constantly freak out my students when I appreciate some of
their music and compliment them on their tastes.
(That is another article)
So, this brings me to my point.
After all, writing has to have a point, or there is no
point. Har!
(Ack, I pulled a muscle in my back...part of getting
old)
Anyway, back to the topic.
I was surfing the internet and
discovered, well, not really since I have long suspected some
of my students were this, the fad of Emo.
And I don't get it.
Emo, for us old folks, is short for
'emotional'. Emo is
also a subculture of 'Goth' (Again, another topic.)
Essentially, emo kids are emotionally troubled and wear these
feelings on their sleeves. I
have seen pictures of emo-kids actually holding a knife to
their wrist. Okay, it
was a play knife, but still.
Additionally, emo requires a large degree
of deeply-colored hair, strange bangs and lots of piercings to
the point you look like you fell in my crankbait box.
I don't even want to start on the clothes.
I still don't get it.
Ironically, the whole point behind emo is
to appear as if you are worse off than you actually are.
For instance, whining that your new iPod only holds 1
gazillion songs instead of 2 gazillion, or your cell phone is
more than 6 months old, or God forbid, you have to work Friday
night at the pizza joint.
And then there is the music, which is
supposed to be about pain, sorrow, etc.
Strange, I thought country music had that
locked years ago. I do
recall one David Allen Coe wrote the perfect country-western
song that eclipses any 'emo' rock/music/song/bad poem/etc
around.
Of course, listening to country music is
too uncool for emo, no matter how sad it really is.
Which is ironic, because the whole point, near as I can
figure, is to be uncool, just like everyone else.
Suffice to say, when one of my two come
home and decide to be 'emo' and mope about how miserable their
lives are, I will take them to the spot their grandfather was
born.
No electricity, running water, indoor
plumbing, etc. Or
worse yet, I will subject them to sitting at a table with
their uncle (Jake calls him Ben-Ben) and Nona while Ben-Ben
and I torture them with the horror stories of how miserable
our lives once were and how they have it so much better than
we ever had it.
I could also put them on top of a tractor
for Jerry if they really want to be miserable.
Nothing like 10 hours on a tractor to really give you
time to decide how terrible your life ain't.
I still don't get 'emo', but then again,
I am getting old.
Copyright Shag Baker
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