I’d like to take this opportunity of your internet time-wasting to point your concentration over to this girl, who recently set up shop at YouTube. She calls herself “EmoGirl21,” and I confess I’ve now watched everything she’s filmed on her webcam.
Totally safe for work, mind you, but her unflinchingly honest brand of solipsism is so pervasive that you might – dare I say WILL – get Stupid Feeling™. This entry in particular has been making the rounds, due to the fact that she is so depressed as to resort to saying “birds are dying!” while four carefully-placed strands of hair cascade over her face like the cursed bridal veil of Faust’s wife.
It’s actually so great that I find myself teetering between believing she’s actually a member of a UCB comedy troupe, or that she’s actually, well, like that. Sean said that he went to high school with a bunch of girls that were hauntingly similar, and having driven a few of them around with my newly-minted driver’s license, I have to agree.
Michelle had this one friend named Chrissy that had the same death-bangs and spouted similarly vacuous nonsense from the back seat, but unfortunately, Chrissy never had the internet.
That’s what truly separates today’s teens from those of us who did it in the ’80s: we have no permanent record of our mind-blowing self-obsession, nor any video documents of our cosmologically myopic lack of perspective (I saved all of that for my blog, twenty years later).
I like to think, when Hampy, Karyn and I went to our “Sound of Music” cast parties in 1983, we were a bit more self-aware, but I’m not willing to bet money on it. Poor EmoGirl21 is going to have this stuff following her around for years. I hope she’ll be able to laugh it off come her thirtieth birthday – in a weird way, I really quite like the girl.
Also of interest is this concept of “emo.” I was late to its rise as a term (same thing happened with “crucial”), but I’m fairly sure I get it: overly sad, distraught young people who listen to overly sad, distraught music. If that’s the case, then count my ass in, along with my copies of “The Queen is Dead” and “Hatful of Hollow.”
Like any rapacious meme, “emo” changed to mean “all upset people” in a way that said more about the accuser than the accused. O! The irony: a truncation of “emotion.” Poetic on several meta levels. Either way, it’s the kind of thing Kids Today© love to argue about, as evidenced in my nephew’s blog whenever the word gets tossed around.
English: a living language! The internet: Here to humiliate you until the year 2398!