No longer confined to Livejournal and Myspace, emo kids are now branching out into the real world.
Forget happiness, the in-crowd is being moved to tears by a new wave of super cool misery clubs, which give visitors (with the help of a pile of chopped onions) the chance to weep away their woes.
The birds are dying, man. I have to ask though, isn't the hip emo thing to isolate yourself from actual human contact and to share your life only via the web? If so, doesn't the concept of an emo club seem to be self defeating?
