“Girls in emo songs today do not have names. We are not identified. Our lives, our struggles, our day-to-day-to-day does not exist, we do not get colored in. We span from coquettish to damned and back again. We leave bruises on boy-hearts, but make no other mark. Our existences, our actions are portrayed SOLELY through the detailing of neurotic self-entanglements of the boy singer; our region of personal power, simply, is our breadth of impact on his romantic life. We are on a short leash in a filthy yard, we are mysteries to be unlocked, bodies to be groped, minimum wage earners of fealty, harvesters of sorrow, repositories for scorn. Vessels redeemed in the light of boy-love. On a pedestal, on our backs. Muses at best. Cum rags or invisible at worst. Check out our pictures on the covers of records, we are sad-eyed and winsome and well cleaved. Thank you Hot Rod Circuit, The Crush, Cursive, Something Corporate - the fantasy girl you could take home and comfort.”
#2003. Really, in every way including the kind of annoying animation on the page. Also, like, remember emo? What was that?
I love this word “romanticide”
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