missbunny

Ok, so Adam got me this book for Christmas called (in what I'm sure someone thought was a very creative way) Hairstyles of the Damned. It's sort of a novel about suburban high school punk rockers, if you want to call them that. And just this one line was so true that I had to walk all the way upstairs to go write it down. It's about some sXe kids at a basement show:

"They were like a weird, hard-core kind of cult that was very fucking arrogant, because they didn't ever get fucked up. They were like the student council kids of that scene. They were dressed in matching Minor Threat T-shirts, which was kind of fucking weird, and they had black bondage pants on, with the four hundred zippers, all tapering down to their twenty-hole combat boots. They also had black magic-markered X's on the back of their hands, you know, to let you know who they were, I guess. It was like being punk wasn't special enough, so they had to be a group within a whole fucking group. Those kids kind of irritated me."

See, that is how I felt at every shitty local hardcore show I ever went to in high school. Like I wanted to go cause some serious pain to those 2 skinny little asshole skater straightedge kids who inevitably started shit with people who were smaller than them and couldn't hold their own, then went and brought their 20 skinny little straightedge shithead friends to back them up just in case. (Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against people who decide that they do not want to drink, do drugs, etc. I have an awful fucking lot against people who try to force their decisions on other people, regardless of what they are.) And that is exactly why I stopped going to the crappy local hardcore shows, incidentally. So go me for being intelligent about it, and sXe can kiss my ass.

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