Get Your Goth On

13-year-olds. God love ’em.
Cheyenne is going through her latest and by far greatest phase lately, diving into the black depths of her middle-school soul and becoming, at least for the week, an emo.
What the hell is an emo, you ask? I had to do some research on this one. You see, once kids get out of elementary school, they break off into many different groups, and in those groups, there are many different categories and sub-categories, and Cheyenne? Is dangerously close to the bottom of a little family tree I like to call "The Freaks."
Let me break it down: In the Freak Family, you have soft-core freak and hard-core freak classifications. For instance, soft-core freaks include your average band geek (who can flit back and forth between the Freak family and the Nerd family), and Punks (who are freakish, no doubt, but are bad-ass enough to hang with the popular kids from time to time). Some examples of hard-core freaks are Goths (obsessed with celtic crosses, black lipstick, and dog collars) Vamps (who have officially taken it–whatever "it" is–too far), and perhaps the most angsty of all the teen groups: The Emos.
Emo stands for emotional (ie, "an emotional wreck", "full of emotion", "EMO, MY ASS", etc., etc.) Emos can wear all black, or they can dabble in other colors such as gray, dark gray, navy blue, blood red, and maybe, if they’re feeling froggy, eggplant. Emos (both male and female) go heavy on the black eyeliner. Hair is worn either stick straight all up in the face, or greased up in a grungy little frizzball under a (gray, dark gray, navy blue, or eggplant) beanie. Emos write poetry about hating life and loving death. Emos listen to Green Day, Evanescence, and My Chemical Romance, even though less than a year ago they were totally into Aly & AJ’s "Walking on Sunshine". Emos don’t care that their stay-at-home mommy drives them to and from school everyday, gives them healthy snacks when they get home, and buys them those $40 black converse sneakers they just had to have. Emos talk to each other about cutting themselves. They swap suicidal ideas and they only laugh when someone makes a joke about running over a cheerleader.
Some emos need serious help.
Here are some things you could say to make an Emo mad. Not that you would want to make an Emo mad. Because then they’d have to stop sulking and muster up the energy to pout and perhaps speak. Nevertheless:
  • Can I borrow your suuuweet converse sneakers? They would look so cute with my jeans and blazer.
  • Um, I’m glad you’re showing an interest in poetry, but nothing rhymes with "razor blade".
  • Poe? Like "Po"? The red Teletubbie? Really?
  • Do emos even like cookies? Maybe I’d better take the Chips-Ahoy.
  • Aren’t your grades a little too good for an emo? Doesn’t straight A’s imply a certain degree of caring?
  • How could shopping at the mall make an emo happy? Isn’t "happy" the opposite of what we’re going for here?
  • I don’t know if you know this, but…you live in a suburb. In Oklahoma. In the United States of America.
  • Not the slums of Transylvania. Or even New Jersey.
  • You’re not as dark as you think you are. You’ve never even shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die.
  • Neither did Johnny Cash. And he was the original man in black.

About Toni

Mom. Wife. Artist. I take care of the kids and pretend to clean sometimes. I can cook spagetti and I have never been arrested. View all posts by Toni

2 responses to “Get Your Goth On

  • Bev

    Holy cow!! My granddaughter went through this stage at the exact same age!! Luckily, she came through it okay. She is now into performance cheering, not just cheerleading. She has actually joined a competitve team. It’s scary as heck, but at least she isn’t "goth" any more. So, I say, this too shall pass!! Hope you are doing well, my friend!!

  • barnyardmama

    Omigosh! I just love those little freaks! I had tons of ’em in Northern Texas and really, most of them are just fine. They’re just looking for a group and that one’s pretty easy to get into because all you have to do is wear the clothes.

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