Dear Punks, Emo Kids, Goths (and the Like),

As of now, you are no longer allow to claim your particular brand of rebelliousness, misery, dark brooding (and the like) if it takes you two hours to get it ready for public display. I don't care how precise you think your statement needs to be -- a couple of hours in the bathroom primping is not the prelude to an effective display of societal alienation.

Love,
Adulthood