Marissa: My step-dad abuses me!
Marissa's social worker: That's usually a bad thing, but we're going to let it continue until the self-absorption and bad stills montages stop. (To Marissa's step-dad) Sign here, sir. Try to stick to the back and legs so the bruises don't show. Face hits are for amateur hour.
I remember in the 90's when the word "emo" referred to a particular breed of subcultures within the college/indie/punk and folk rock communities (the word itself, like "hipster," was meant to be a self-effacing joke and not a marketing term). Sunny Day Real Estate, etc. Is it really just a hair style now? I can't tell because it seems to have absolutely nothing to do with what it was before and all the forms of art that have come forth to represent it are unbearable to listen to/watch.
"Do you believe this? Huh? It's about the size of a cigar...Do I stutter? You see this is what you get in my house when you spill paint in the garage. See I don't think that I need to sit here with you fuckin' dildos anymore!"