Alternative Girl
"I dye my hair until it’s fried, I have piercings in my face, I smoke, drink, and wear all black. I listen to My Chemical Romance, put my hair over my face, and wear combat boots with everything. I’m alternative.”
Excuse me honey, you are not alternative. To be alternative is to be yourself in a world that is weighing down on you. Yes, that means you can dress in all black and listen to whatever music you want, but it doesn’t qualify as alternative when you’re doing it to be cool - that’s just playing along. Study politics and literature and form an articulate and intelligent response to the world, because “fuck you” just doesn’t cut it. Embrace the art scene and learn how to take your own pictures; stop raiding tumblr for your Facebook banner. Find and create your own style, don’t just cut and paste. The world is full of generic dunces like you. By definition, alternative means different - and I’m sorry to tell you this sweetie, but you are no different than all those other little high school girls watching pinup-girl makeup tutorials and getting all the same anchor tattoos. You are simply a follower, changing your style to whatever’s the craze
You... are not alternative.