Embarrassing confession time: I was a teenage emo kid. Granted, this was in the Paleolithic era, so the scene was more about zine-trading and listening to Rites of Spring than, say, buying a Tokio Hotel tee at Hot Topic. Maybe that's why I am alternately fascinated and amused by today's adolescent emo kids.
They start young, don't they? First it's burrowing in a newspaper cone listening to Radiohead, next it's guyliner and morbid poetry. Go outside and enjoy the sun, kitten!
Oh, emos. They seem to really enjoy sighing, crying, and joylessness. This should give them even more reason to be morose.
Emo fruits and vegetables critique what passes for emo these days. Emo Melon is pretty cool, but he's no Henri, the emo cat.
Folks down at the emo headquarters might want to rethink this representative who defends their honor. After the 13th "OMG" — okay, she may not have even said one "OMG," but that's all I could hear in my head — I had to stop. You may have a stronger constitution.
It's interesting that this guy calls his cartoon "Boyfriends I Have Been" because it's as much about the girlfriends he has dated who made him those different types (according to him). Clearly, this guy has no fundamental identity of his own, the poor Emo bastard. (While we're being confessional, I have definitely been Girlfriend # 2.)
Blue ink: the bane of every emo's existence.
Thanks, Found!
This must be a French cartoon character, what with his existential angst about never having asked to be born drawn. Either that or he's emo.
No J-oak: Tree Goes Emo
This is way better than the Virgin Mary on a piece of toast! A New Hampshire man was cutting down an oak tree when he spotted what looked like emo-esque frowny faces in the wood. Duh!