A jihad against Carly Smithson (and every other lace-clad pop-goth bitch in the world)

Carly Smithson (and every other lace-clad pop-goth bitch in the world)

Jesus fucking Christ. The sight of a self-consciously righteously-pissed-off-cocky-faced female in black lace singing some gothy nonsense made up of half-a-dozen gloomy words randomly taken out of a dictionary and running up and down a crypt while incessantly hitching up her skirts makes me violently sick. Get over your childish need to parade your oversized ego and delude yourself with forced provocations revolving around death-related imagery and glorification of lack of sunlight. I'd rather live in a world overridden by teenage mutant zombie emos than one plagued by post-Evanescence parade goths.
Declared by baleout on Sunday, May 16, 2010