By Kinga Irzyk
I’m tidying my shirt drawer again, folding office-appropriate blouses and basics. I chuckle when I come across the few band tees that keep making the cut after every closet purge. At 26, most of my high school band tee collection has been donated, deemed not worthy of taking with me every time I have moved to a new apartment. I’m a decade beyond being 16 and carefree. Every year, I feel (and, literally am) farther from the age when I would race home from school to try to Limewire partial albums onto my iPod Classic, checking my favorite band’s Myspaces for mentions of new EPs or albums — or, when I got to high school, if any of my Tumblr posts got notes, all while coding my autoplay music to whatever was currently on my last.fm.
Being a teen in the 2000’s-2010’s was universal for folks in my general age bracket, but being an “emo” kid during that time was a different level of connectivity. There’s something really cool about being made fun of for what you loved as a developing young adult and, as a “grown-up,” finding people who have the same visceral reaction to the opening notes to My Chemical Romance’s ‘Welcome to the Black Parade.’ I live for moments when I am screaming along with friends to over-the-top angsty bops while the other people who escaped the eyeliner-and-skinny-jeans trend of those days blink in confusion.
Now sitting with my newly crowned “Elder Emo” label, (oh my god, the teens think I am ELDERLY) -— I flip through Tiktok videos. I chuckle as high schoolers try to “recreate” what people would’ve worn to high school in 2008 (I chuckle as they neglect to mention smeared mascara, feather extensions, and knee high converse and opt instead for sultry 90’s looks). And then, I come across “to all my elder emos” — and the song in the background is from this playlist. To that I say –
ALL MY ELDER EMOS, this playlist is for you!
For edgy Tumblr kids and angsty Myspace royalty, hello! To those who were at the time too old, or too young, or from a different high school clique …. welcome. I hope these songs awaken your teenage emotions and make you want to holler with your friends.
Kinga Irzyk is a graduate student and serial hobbyist in Boston, MA. Usually found baking, rollerskating, watching garbage TV, or putting on too much eyeshadow. Follow @kersplatski on instagram for mostly just cat content.
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