Fashioncore Is Out Of Fashion

My pal Ratface posts a very special episode of her blog today, speaking truth to power about the #1 cold sore on the lip of the underground hardcore/emo scene -- Fashioncore, which started with men wearing women's jeans but spread to eyeliner and gawd knows what else, taping it down for a smooth crotch? Boys Keep Swinging, boys always work it out.

Rat's witnessing what might be her first natural cycle of a music scene created, developing, rising, growing fat and old, and inevitably dying. My little girl is becoming a woman (weep). Like the Byrds sang:

There is a season - turn, turn, turn/ And a time for every purpose under heaven/ A time to be born, a time to die/ A time to plant, a time to reap/ A time to kill, a time to heal/ A time to laugh, a time to weep/ A time to build up, a time to break down/ A time to dance, a time to mourn/ A time to cast away stones/ A time to gather stones together/ A time of war, a time of peace/ A time of love, a time of hate/ A time you may embrace/ A time to refrain from embracing/ A time to gain, a time to lose/ A time to rend, a time to sew/ A time to love, a time to hate/ A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!