doomcore

this morning, as i was standing around waiting for the printer to finish yet another batch of mailings, i was talking to the newest addition to our office, michelle. she's just as crazy as karen, but in a whole new, wonderful way. she says "fuck" and "shit" a lot. she's got four boys, one of whom has a mohawk.

it was because of the picture of her boys, on the desktop on her computer, that the following conversation happened:

"yeah, his hair looks flat here but it's really up in one of them mohawks. he uses elmer's glue!" michelle told us.

"clear gelatin works, too. it gets really stiff," i contributed.

karen piped in, "morgan [her 9-year-old] informed me a few days ago that she was going to be 'goth.' she's nine. she's going to be 'goth' and she said that her favorite store is that hot flavor or top topic..."

"hot topic?" i asked.

"yeah, that's it."

"let 'em do it," i told michelle and karen. "let them have the mohawks and be goth. eventually they'll grow out of it."

we do grow out of it, to an extent. we lose our mohawks and our dyed hair, our tattoos go under our clothes, the makeup gets washed off and our latex bodysuits (ahem, michael) give way to black button-downs. but make no mistake, those screaming, rebellious teenagers are still down there somewhere--they just have to make a living.