Emo is not an adjective

It's really disturbing what we have done with music recently. I don't mean The Backstreet Boys and Dashboard Confessionals trying to pawn themselves off as music, because it's already understood that they are worthless people who deserve terrible things that this life can't even offer them. I mean the classification system we have developed which rivals that of taxonomy in level of complexity. I think I can declare the human race insane when there are, literally, at least twenty different sub-divisions on the genre metal. Some of these include: doom metal, death metal, black metal, nu metal, thrash metal, metalcore, hardcore, grindcore, hair metal, alternative metal, speed metal, and thats all I can think of for now. Why would we say Nine Inch Nails is industrial when we can call it...ummm...say...gothic sexcore. This way we can only attribute one band to every genre. HOW EFFICIENT! Whatever teenie bop music editor or gay guitar mag monthly column writer coined the term screamo is such a fag. I'm not only dissapointed by our annihilation of the music genre titles but our use of these titles to describe a person. YOU ARE NOT EMO, YOU JUST REALLY LOVE THE FEELING OF PENIS PENETRATING YOU'RE ASS. YOU ARE NOT PUNK, YOU'RE JUST A POSER WHO THINKS THAT BY RIPPING YOUR CLOTHES, WEARING CONVERSE SNEAKERS, AND PUTTING YOUR HAIR IN A MOHAWK YOU WILL BE SEEN AS A REBEL AGAINST SOCIETY. Well, guess what? Our society has developed so that posers who look up to bands like Good Charlotte and Taking Back Sunday are now the majority. You are the boy band groupie equivalent. Thanks for taking a perfectly decent and respectable genre, Punk, and turning it into this decades 98 degrees. And at least Nick LeDouche is banging Jessica Simpson. That dude from Good Charlotte (this applies to them all) gets his pick from any 12 year old in the world. The truth is that as soon as you classify yourself as a music genre you better be prepared to be treated like one. And by the looks of things, it seems as if you're about to be beaten bloody and sliced into a million peices. Next time I here somone say "I'm emo, or I'm punk, or I'm metal, or I'm electronic blues pop" (scratch that last one, anyone who is electronic blues pop is a friend of mine) be prepared for a swift kick in the ass.