Enough about me, how do you feel about me?

This Observer piece on Emo guys is great.
I find the Emo thing sickening. I am not a deep, soul searching indivudal... which is to say, I'm potentially as capable of emotion as the Emo-pussiest of you, in fact I was a rather emotional child, but after 10 years or so of being told I was a fag because of this, followed by another 20 of repression and coffee, my emotional profile has been pounded into the psychological equivalent of one of those retarded clay ashtrays school kids give their parents. You can make out a human-like shape to my soul if you squint, but it won't sit flat on a table. I don't know what that means. Point is, as an adult I'm about as interested in self-examination as that flesh eating bacteria is, and I loathe that selfish pissy Emo nonsense to my Bon Scott era AC/CD loving core, hence I looooove to read a little "chick backlash" towards it.

Guys, imagine you woke up one morning to find those thick gay cop mustaches suddenly pronounced the hot thing for women to wear. A small percentage of you would learn something about yourselves, the rest of us would have way more of a tantrum than I've seen the ladies throw over this Emo shit so far.

Please keep it going ladies, I look forward to the continuing roar.