Wednesday, October 21st, 2009
This is another rant that's been coming a good while.
Thanks to that intellectual constipation that is sloth, it's been safely resting in the bowels of my mind where nobody could possibly be offended by its opacity.
I have injected myself with the proverbial ex-lax that is get-up-and-do-it-ism, and the sub-humans of the internet are no longer safe!
So, there's this group called "To Write Love On Her Arms."
No, it's not the latest generic metalcore group.
It's an actual organization, and it takes itself hella seriously.
Now, TWLOHA, as they call it, claims to represent a number of causes, now.
Drug use, depression, so on and so forth.
However, the foremost cause, from what I've seen, has always been to strike a dagger into the heart of self-mutilation.
Getting into the history of the group, they've only been around since 2006 (about as long as Jignarania.com has).
Correct me if I'm wrong, but wasn't 2006 around the peak of the 'emo'-revival trend, when people were cutting themselves simply to fit in?
Of course, as 'cool' as cutting was, it was even cooler to make it seem as dramatic as possible, as if to add a romantic veil to the whole thing. Needlesstosay, the same bastard idiot children who were sold suicide dug right in to the fresh-out-of-the-oven drama pie that was TWLOHA.
Essentially, To Write Love On Her Arms is one enormous white kids' whine fest, and you can find their marketing at such albino polar bear hangouts as Hot Topic and Warped Tour. As for activity, TWLOHA has done little more than promote itself.
Besides that, they have only managed to become the door-to-door Mormons of "You need help" theology.