A Gaggle of Goths

Until very recently I thought that goth had gone extinct. I hadn't seen any goths in years. I suppose I just assumed that their hatred/apathy of everything meant that they couldn't do anything fun, so they abstained from sex, which means no accidental procreation and no little goth babies.

Or maybe things that are dead inside can't procreate at all.

Hmm. I wonder if there has been research done on this subject. There should have been, anyway!

I will be a scientist and lead the way in understanding goth procreation!

Wait, what?

Anyway. I thought goth was dead(...er). I just thought maybe emo had eaten it(well, sort of smothered it, mixed with it, and watered it down, anyway. As emo kids don't actually eat, although I hear that they can soak up sadness by osmosis and that's how they get their B12).

This made me sad because I always thought goth was pretty cool. Although I was never goth myself I always admired the way the way they soldiered on in the face of things like the sun and metal detectors.

And I make no attempt to hide the fact that I have no love of emo (which is like goth for wimpy non-committal types who still have to get their clothing choices approved by their parents) or scene(which is like a "happy" emo... whatever the heck that means). I'm not even going to bother putting examples of emo or scene kids on here, because I can't friggin stand them. They're all Myspace angled shots of anorexic girls with duckface(Seriously? Do they think that looks good? They look like idiots).

And then! The other day!! (i'm using lots of exclamation points so you'll know that this is the good part of the story)!!

I was at Target!!!

And I saw!

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A gaggle of goth kids!

I was an exciting day for me. I wanted to jump up and down and run up to them in the checkout line to give them a hug, or, barring that in case hugs give goths nosebleeds, a clammy handshake. I held my enthusiasm in check though, and even went in a different checkout line to avoid the temptation.

I did, however, sneak many covert looks at them around the bubble gum shelves while I was in line.

Oh happy day.