(click the image if you really must see what happens when homo and emo collide in greater detail)

When I read that there had been an emo-beating rampage in Mexico I was stunned. My surprise was not due to the fact that these kids had their asses handed to them, but because there is actually a significant contingent of emo-kids in Mexico. When did My Chemical Romance tour in Mexico?

Riot police have taken to the streets of several cities in Mexico to … defend emo kids? A series of attacks on dyed-hair, eye-makeup-wearing emo kids began in early March when several hundred people went on an emo-beating rampage in Quertaro, a town of 1.5 million about 160 miles north of Mexico City.

The next week, shaggy-haired emo teenagers were harassed again by punks and rockabillys in the capital, prompting police protection and a segment on the TV news. Most recently, a Mexican newspaper reported that metal heads and gangsters have warned Tijuana’s emo kids to stay away from the town’s fair next month.

But the so-called emos are organizing, too. Last week, they demonstrated against the violence, pictured above, and Wednesday some met with police in Mexico City. “They’re organizing to defend their right to be
emo,” wrote Daniel Hernandez of LA Weekly on his personal blog, which has provided stellar coverage of the whole affair.

(I had a plastic Rambo knife just like that when I was 8)

Let us delve into the emo phenomenon. Fads come and go with time, some more bizarre than others. Punk rock was at its height when I was in my early teens and I will be the first to admit that there were times when I dressed like an absolute retard. Blue hair, Dickies, knee high socks and tight skate t-shirts are definitely not as cool today as I thought they were back then.

From my experience, emo kids project a contemptuous and self-righteous demeanor. Maybe I’m analyzing something that is nothing more than a mere style. Then again even punk rock had that “f**k you, and f**k everybody else” attitude. Maybe punk just morphed into “emo.” The only difference is that I knew I was an idiot back then and displayed that fact on a regular basis, nd unfortunately still do.

I spent a while thinking of something witty and amusing to write about this photo but decided that the caption says it all. Why? I was never a meat head, even after I joined the Marines, a fact which others might refute. I used to silently mock douche bag jocks (silently to avoid getting my ass kicked).

To contradict what I previously said, something inside me has this insatiable desire to noogy this crap out of this kid. When I have kids they can dress how they like, to an extent. The second my son comes home looking like this however, the old sheers are coming out and I’m going to show him what my first hair cut at Marine Corps Recruit Depot San Diego was like.

This I understand, go ahead buddy dress however you like.

It’s a sad day when you’re a dude and you make the chick look butch.

McDonald’s side motherf**ker!

Kid: Mom stop taking pictures!

Mom: Oh honey I can’t help it, you’ll only start 10th grade once you know.

Kid: (under his breath) I hope you fall into a bottomless pit of despair much like my bleeding yet undying black soul.

Much like major tobacco companies, the emo subculture has the same MO–hook em’ while they’re young.

Pffttt…hahahahahh!