Emo Culture

58 FEBRUARY 2020 technically, our marriage is saved Well, this calls for a toast So pour the champagne, pour the champagne I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things Wi people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things Wi nd with flesh and blood, I commanded an army Through it all I have given my heart for a moment of glory In the end, as you fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your las will rise back up and relive my glory In the end, as we fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end and I goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end, and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid to die! Not afraid! I’m not afraid to die! Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we all go to hell I’m writing this let You made us oh so famous We’ll never let you go And when you go don’t return to me my love Mama, we’re all full of lies Mama, we’re meant for the flies And right now they’re building a coffin your size nd when we go don’t blame us, yeah We’ll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We’ll never let you go She said, you ain’t no son of mine For what you’ve done they’re Gonna find a place for you s where we began Feeling as good as lovers can, you know Well, now we’re feeling so good Pickin’ up things we shouldn’t read It looks like the end of history as we know It’s just the end of the world Back to the s ’s nine in the afternoon Your eyes are the size of the moon You could ‘cause you can so you doWe’re feeling so good Just the way that we do When it’s nine in the afternoon Your eyes are the size of the moon mean Back to the street, back to the place, Back to the room where it all began Back to the street, back to the place, Back to the room where it all began ‘Cause it’s nine in the afternoon Your eyes are the size of the moon nd keep an eye on you, son So they can watch all the things you do Because the drugs never work They’re gonna give you a smirk ‘Cause they got methods of keepin’ you clean They gonna rip up your heads Your aspirations to shreds not me The boys and girls in the clique The awful names that they stick You’re never gonna fit in much, kid But if you’re troubled and hurt What you got under your shirt Will make them pay for the things that out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me All together now Teenagers scare The living shi hes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me I’m gonna make you bend and break (It sent you to me without wait) Say a prayer, but let the good times roll In case God doesn’t sho ne night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only sweeter One night, yeah, and one more time Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories S and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only sweeter One night, yeah, and one more time Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories See, he tastes like you, only sweeter, oh for the memories even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only sweeter One night, yeah, and one more time Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories See, he tastes like you, only sweeter, oh One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great es like you, only sweeter Oh, well imagine As I’m pacing the pews in a church corridor And I can’t help but to hear No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words “What a beautiful wedding What a beautiful wedding”, says a bridesmaid to a wai h a sense of poise and rationality I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of Well, in fact Well, I’ll look at it this way I Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” h a sense of poise and rationality I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality Again In the end, as we fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the s n the end, as you fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die we fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die In the end, as you fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the s ’m not afraid to die! Not afraid! I’m not afraid to die! Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we all go to hell I’m writing this letter and wishing you well Mama, we all go to hell Oh well now, Mama, we’re all gonna die nd when you go don’t return to me my love Mama, we’re all full of lies Mama, we’re meant for the flies And right now they’re building a coffin your size Mama, we’re all full of lies Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue ou made us oh so famous We’ll never let you go She said, you ain’t no son of mine For what you’ve done they’re Gonna find a place for you And just you mind your manners when you go And when you go don’t return to me my love That’s right ickin’ up things we shouldn’t read It looks like the end of history as we know It’s just the end of the world Back to the street where we began Feeling as good as love, you could, you can Into a place, where thoughts can bloom e’re feeling so good Just the way that we do When it’s nine in the afternoon Your eyes are the size of the moon You could ‘cause you can so you do We’re feeling so good Back to the street Down to our fee , back to the place, Back to the room where it all began ‘Cause it’s nine in the afternoon Your eyes are the size of the moon You could ‘cause you can so you do We’re feeling so good Just the way that Because the drugs never work They’re gonna give you a smirk ‘Cause they got methods of keepin’ you clean They gonna rip up your heads Your aspirations to shreds Another cog in the murder machine They said all Teenagers scare The living shi t if you’re troubled and hurt What you got under your shirt Will make them pay for the things that they did They said all Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed rike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me All together now Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose ’m gonna make you bend and break (It sent you to me without wait) Say a prayer, but let the good times roll In case God doesn’t show (Let the good times roll, let the good times roll) And I want these words to make things right Bu eeter One night, yeah, and one more time Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories See, he tastes like you, only sweeter, oh Been looking forward to the future But my eyesight is going bad ne night, yeah, and one more time Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories See, he tastes like you, only sweeter, oh I only think in the form of crunching numbers In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers Get me out of my mind and one more time Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories See, he tastes like you, only sweeter, oh One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only sweeter One night, yeah, and one more time ( No, I can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words “What a beautiful wedding What a beautiful wedding”, says a bridesmaid to a waiter “And, yes, but what a shame What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore” ’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of Well, in fact Well, I’ll look at it this way I mean, technically, our marriage is saved Well, this calls for a toast So pour the champagne Oh, well in fac er to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationali er to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality Again In the end, as we fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? In the end, as my soul’s laid to rest nd who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid to die! Born a saint Though, with every sin I still wanna be holy I will live, again Who we are isn’t how we live We are more than our bodies ’s the end and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die In the end, as you fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end, and ’m writing this letter and wishing you well Mama, we all go to hell Oh well now, Mama, we’re all gonna die Mama, we’re all gonna die Stop asking me questions, I’d hate to see you cry Mama, we’re all gonna die nd right now they’re building a coffin your size Mama, we’re all full of lies Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue You should have raised a baby girl I should’ve been a better son If you could coddle the infection They can amputate a onna find a place for you And just you mind your manners when you go And when you go don’t return to me my love That’s right Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we all go to hell It’s really quite pleasan the end of the world Back to the street where we began Feeling as good as love, you could, you can Into a place, where thoughts can bloom Into a room where it’s nine in the afternoon And we know that it could be A our eyes are the size of the moon You could ‘cause you can so you do We’re feeling so good Back to the street Down to our feet Losing the feeling of feeling unique Do you know what I mean? Back to the place, hey Where we used to say our eyes are the size of the moon You could ‘cause you can so you do We’re feeling so good Just the way that we do When it’s nine in the afternoon They’re gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun you clean They gonna rip up your heads Your aspirations to shreds Another cog in the murder machine They said all Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes they did They said all Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone Bu out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less od doesn’t show (Let the good times roll, let the good times roll) And I want these words to make things right But it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life Who does he think he is? If that’s the worst you got, bet es like you, only sweeter, oh Been looking forward to the future But my eyesight is going bad In these crystal balls It’s always cloudy except for When you look into the past One night stand (O only think in the form of crunching numbers In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers Get me out of my mind Get you out of those clothes I’m a liner away From getting you into the mood Whoa One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great ne night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only sweeter One night, yeah, and one more time (One night, one more time) Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories ( a beautiful wedding What a beautiful wedding”, says a bridesmaid to a waiter “And, yes, but what a shame What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore” I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, i mean, technically, our marriage is saved Well, this calls for a toast So pour the champagne Oh, well in fact Well, I’ll look at it this way I mean, technically, our marriage is saved Well, this calls for a toast aven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality Again I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it n the end, as we fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? In the end, as my soul’s laid to rest What is left of my body? Or am I just a shell? I have fought And with flesh and blood, I commanded an army Through i ’m not afraid! I’m not afraid to die! Born a saint Though, with every sin I still wanna be holy I will live, again Who we are isn’t how we live We are more than our bodies If I fall, I will rise back up and relive my glory fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end, and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die Who will remember this last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause i ama, we’re all gonna die Mama, we’re all gonna die Stop asking me questions, I’d hate to see you cry Mama, we’re all gonna die And when we go don’t blame us, yeah We’ll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We’ll never let you go the war did to my legs and to my tongue You should have raised a baby girl I should’ve been a better son If you could coddle the infection They can amputate at once You should’ve been I could have been a better son And when we go don’t blame us, yeah We’ll let the fires jus nd when you go don’t return to me my love That’s right Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we all go to hell It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell Mama, we all go to hell Back to the streets where we began Feeling as good as lovers can, you kno o a place, where thoughts can bloom Into a room where it’s nine in the afternoon And we know that it could be And we know that it should And you know that you feel it too ‘Cause it’s nine in the afternoon wn to our feet Losing the feeling of feeling unique Do you know what I mean? Back to the place, hey Where we used to say Man it feels good to feel this way Now I know what I mean Back to the stree you do We’re feeling so good Just the way that we do When it’s nine in the afternoon They’re gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun And keep an eye on you, son murder machine They said all Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me The boys and girls in the clique The a out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me Oh yeah They said all Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less hes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose these words to make things right But it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life Who does he think he is? If that’s the worst you got, better put your fingers back to the key One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great t is going bad In these crystal balls It’s always cloudy except for When you look into the past One night stand (One night stand) One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers Get me out of my mind Get you out of those clothes I’m a liner away From getting you into the mood Whoa One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great es like you, only sweeter One night, yeah, and one more time (One night, one more time) Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories (For the memories, for the memories) See, he tastes like you, only sweeter a shame What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore” I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationali o pour the champagne Oh, well in fact Well, I’ll look at it this way I mean, technically, our marriage is saved Well, this calls for a toast So pour the champagne, pour the champagne I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” h a sense of poise and rationality Again I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationali n the end, as my soul’s laid to rest What is left of my body? Or am I just a shell? I have fought And with flesh and blood, I commanded an army Through it all I have given my heart for a moment of glory In the end, as you fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the s ill wanna be holy I will live, again Who we are isn’t how we live We are more than our bodies If I fall, I will rise back up and relive my glory In the end, as we fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the s EMO A NICHE COMMUNITY MADE ITS MARK E MO. YOU HAVE PROBABLY HEARD the phrase before. It’s a shortened version of the word “emotional,” yet the meaning is different. Black clothes, black hair, black makeup and black accessories categorize certain individuals as “emo” — these trademarks let you know that they’re an outsider, an outcast. As the walking impersonation of death and isolation, they don’t always fit in, but that’s the point.

I’m here to tell you that emo people are not something to be afraid of. Instead, you should appreciate them, as they’ve drastically helped to make our society what it is today.

Allow me to explain myself. As an angsty middle school teen immersed in emo culture, I learned that emo culture builds itself on three fundamental pillars: appearance, music and social media. Though it may not be apparent, contributions through each of these pillars have weaved their way into modern culture. Appearance

Let’s begin with appearance. The focus of emo style in general is to set yourself apart, which is a sentiment that resonates with a majority of adolescents. The teen years are a time to experiment and see which style can be uniquely yours. Emo fashion just happens to be that outlet for a very particular community. For those who prefer to stay away from extremes, emo style includes a variety of small, subtle elements that are commonly used today.

Emo fashion varies among the categories of scene, grunge and goth. Scene, the more colorful of the three, boasts over teased, side-swept hairstyles. Grunge, the farthest from typical emo, focuses on an androgynous and thrifted style. Lastly, goth takes the cake with all black everything, emphasizing a ghastly appearance.

In my middle school years, I would spend hours in stores such as Hot Topic, browsing through clothes and jewelry of the darkest nature. My outfits phased through different shades of black as my hair colors fluctuated between dark green, blue and purple. Having gone through the extremes of emo style, I was shocked that those same hair and fashion trends have made a comeback in recent years. Text by LAURA MALAGRINO Art by SAMANTHA HO As the walking impersonation of death and isolation, they don’t always fit in, but that’s the point.

VERDEMAGAZINE.COM 59 er to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationali er to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality Again In the end, as we fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? In the end, as my soul’s laid to rest What is lef er your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid to die! Born a saint Though, with every sin I still wanna be holy I will live, again Who we are isn’t how we live We are I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die In the end, as you fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end, and ing this letter and wishing you well Mama, we all go to hell Oh well now, Mama, we’re all gonna die Mama, we’re all gonna die Stop asking me questions, I’d hate to see you cry Mama, we’re all gonna die nd right now they’re building a coffin your size Mama, we’re all full of lies Well mother what the war did to my legs and to my tongue You should have raised a baby girl I should’ve been a better son If you could coddle the infection They can amputate a onna find a place for you And just you mind your manners when you go And when you go don’t return to me my love That’s right Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we all go to hell It’s really quite pleasant excep the end of the world Back to the street where we began Feeling as good as love, you could, you can Into a place, where thoughts can bloom Into a room where it’s nine in the afternoon And we know that it could be And we kno You could ‘cause you can so you do We’re feeling so good Back to the street Down to our feet Losing the feeling of feeling unique Do you know what I mean? Back to the place, hey Where we used to say our eyes are the size of the moon You could ‘cause you can so you do We’re feeling so good Just the way that we do When it’s nine in the afternoon They’re gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because our aspirations to shreds Another cog in the murder machine They said all Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes t they did They said all Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone Bu ll together now Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less od doesn’t show (Let the good times roll, let the good times roll) And I want these words to make things right But it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life Who does he think he is? If that See, he tastes like you, only sweeter, oh Been looking forward to the future But my eyesight is going bad In these crystal balls It’s always cloudy except for When you look into the past One night s eeter, oh I only think in the form of crunching numbers In hotel rooms, collecting page six lovers Get me out of my mind Get you out of those clothes I’m a liner away From getting you into the mood Whoa ne night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only sweeter One night, yeah, and one more time (One night, one more time) Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories ( can’t help but to hear an exchanging of words “What a beautiful wedding What a beautiful wedding”, says a bridesmaid to a waiter “And, yes, but what a shame What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore” I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” mean, technically, our marriage is saved Well, this calls for a toast So pour the champagne Oh, well in fact Well, I’ll look at it this way I mean, technically, our marriage is saved Well, this calls for a toast aven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality Again I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, i n the end, as we fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? In the end, as my soul’s laid to rest What is left of my body? Or am I just a shell? I have fought And with flesh and blood, I commanded an army Through i ’m not afraid to die I’m not afraid! I’m not afraid to die! Born a saint Though, with every sin I still wanna be holy I will live, again Who we are isn’t how we live We are more than our bodies If I fall, I will rise back up and relive my glory n the end, as you fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end, and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die Who will remember this last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘ ama, we’re all gonna die Mama, we’re all gonna die Stop asking me questions, I’d hate to see you cry Mama, we’re all gonna die And when we go don’t blame us, yeah We’ll let the fires just bathe us, yeah You made us oh so famous We’ll never let you go the war did to my legs and to my tongue You should have raised a baby girl I should’ve been a better son If you could coddle the infection They can amputate at once You should’ve been I could have been a better son And when we go don’t blame us, yeah We’ll let the nd when you go don’t return to me my love That’s right Mama, we all go to hell Mama, we all go to hell It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell Mama, we all go to hell Back to the streets where we began Feeling as good as lovers can, you kno o a place, where thoughts can bloom Into a room where it’s nine in the afternoon And we know that it could be And we know that it should And you know that you feel it too ‘Cause it’s nine in the afternoon Y n to our feet Losing the feeling of feeling unique Do you know what I mean? Back to the place, hey Where we used to say Man it feels good to feel this way Now I know what I mean Back to the street, back to the place, Back to the room where t we do When it’s nine in the afternoon They’re gonna clean up your looks With all the lies in the books To make a citizen out of you Because they sleep with a gun And keep an eye on you, son So they can watch all the things you do nother cog in the murder machine They said all Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me The boys and girls in the clique The a s long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me Oh yeah They said all Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less rike a violent pose Maybe they’ll leave you alone But not me Teenagers scare The living shit out of me They could care less As long as someone’ll bleed So darken your clothes Or strike a violent pose these words to make things right But it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life Who does he think he is? If that’s the worst you got, better put your fingers back to the key One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t is going bad In these crystal balls It’s always cloudy except for When you look into the past One night stand (One night stand) One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great me out of my mind Get you out of those clothes I’m a liner away From getting you into the mood Whoa One night and one more time Thanks for the memories even though they weren’t so great He tastes like you, only s ne night, yeah, and one more time (One night, one more time) Thanks for the memories, thanks for the memories (For the memories, for the memories) See, he tastes like you, only sweeter Oh, well imagine a shame What a shame the poor groom’s bride is a whore” I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality I chime in “ h, well in fact Well, I’ll look at it this way I mean, technically, our marriage is saved Well, this calls for a toast So pour the champagne, pour the champagne I chime in with a “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” h a sense of poise and rationality Again I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?” No, it’s much better to face these kinds of things With a sense of poise and rationality I chime in “Haven’t you people ever heard of closing t What is left of my body? 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Who will tell the n the end, as you fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die I’m not afraid! n the end, as we fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the story of your life? (Whoa!) And who will remember your last goodbye? (Whoa!) ‘Cause it’s the end and I’m not afraid I’m not afraid to die In the end, as you fade into the night (whoa!) Who will tell the s And since then, a new category has risen, taking on elements of all three: E-Girls and E-Boys. The strips of hair dyed in a non-natural color? Scene. The Dr. Martens? Grunge. The layering of chains and jewelry? Goth. All of these have diffused themselves into the mainstream, creating little reminders of the dark and intimidating looks that make up emo style. Music

Another fundamental aspect of the emo experience is the music. Along with fashion, emo music spans across many different artists and sounds. Nonetheless, most emo songs contain lyrics that let the audience know that they’re not alone, or that they can be alone together.

Other emo songs are riddled with lyrics covering topics such as death, depression and heartbreak. But music that can seem so depressing to the average listener holds a silver lining: the emo community prides itself on bringing awareness of mental health, suicide and self-harm through music.

For me, a stranger having an emo music taste was a tell-tale sign that I would get along with them. I created bonds with friends over the sounds and themes of emo music, often going to concerts together and discussing new releases and timeless classics alike. The whiny, angst-filled sound of most 2000s emo distanced itself from the mainstream pop of the time. But this sound is hard to find in contemporary pop, and has since adapted and morphed into a new, more familiar sound.

Other artists who might not be associated with the emo movement of the 2000s have included motifs related to mental illness in their lyrics. Late artists Lil Peep and XXXTentacion both addressed their struggle with depression, garnering a mass of followers who felt they could connect with the lyrics. This same connection served as the basis of emo devotion to the music and its artists. Social media

Just as themes of mental health are prevalent in emo music, they remain prominent on social media sites such as Tumblr and the now defunct MySpace.

Being a welcoming space for outsiders, especially those who identify as LGBTQ+, is a tenet of emo culture. Online chat groups and public accounts spread emo ideals across the Web, allowing for a larger global influence.

The one thing that stuck with me beyond my indulgence in emo style was the open discussion of mental health through the emo community online.

Through social media communities and forums, I interacted firsthand with people affected by mental illness. My eyes were opened to an entirely new world, and I finally realized how closely I was impacted by mental health. Through many discussions — both online and face to face — I learned how to talk about mental illness and support my friends in their times of need.

Are you still not sure how anyone could wear all black in the glaring heat of summer? Fret not, for the extremity of the emo lifestyle is not for everyone — it is for the emotional. v