Well okay, but… you asked for it.
Actually, I’ll have to rant mostly tomorrow, since I’m about to try and catch a quick nap before heading out for the night…*
*That’s a thought! Bosda, you’re not local, but if anyone reading this is curious about the goth scene and is near NYC, I work the door at a goth nightclub on most Fridays, including tonight and next week. It’s a pretty laid-back kind of place with a good cross-section of goths, and not too crowded. Come, tell me you’re a Doper, and I’ll give you a discount. No dress code required, but we appreciate black. Fridays, at Flamingo, 2nd Ave between 13th and 14th Street.
…so I’ll tell you a few things I like about the goth scene, more or less at random. This is strictly my experience, and anyone is welcome to disagree, comment, or question.
One of the things I enjoy about the goth scene (aside from mental health help) is a general appreciation of elegance. While dress styles range from Victoriana to cyber-modern, they are almost always worn by people with their heads up and shoulders back. If you look at goths in a crowd, they are frequently the ones standing proud.
This also translates to a greater acceptance of different body types (more so in the NYC scene, I think). The dying heroin-addict look is only one of an infinity of possibilities. Personal style counts for more than pretty faces, and the whole look is so obviously artificial that using artificial beauty aids (corsets, heavy makeup) is perfectly acceptable. I, personally, weigh nearly 300 pounds, but I get compliments and proposals every night because I have flair and I work every ounce of it. Did I mention that I like feeling sexy?
Sadly, elegance can quickly degenerate into pointless arrongance. I’m no saint on this front, either. One of the irritating things about the goth scene is that every year it gets invaded by a bunch of college kids who just discovered they look cute in tight black vinyl. These people don’t care about the music, don’t share the aethetics, won’t be here next year. But in the meantime they want everyone to admire them in their tight vinyl panties and get pissy when all the respect and attention go to older, established people. So I, and other older goths, tend to ignore people until they’ve been around for a while. It’s a somewhat necessary weeding process, but not a very attractive trait.
I do like the diversity of goths. Okay, yes, the middle class is probably overrepresented. But there is a wide cross-section of races and economic statuses. My personal circle of goth friends includes bartenders, lighting managers, DJs (of course), lawyers, various and sundry computer professionals, jobless/borderline homeless, chefs, retail “associates”, and I’m a post-doctoral researcher in genetics at a major university, if you want to know. I would venture to say that the racial makeup of the goth scene approximates that of the New York area, with perhaps Asians being underrepresented and Latinos gravitating toward the Vampire end of the spectrum.
So what’s not to like? Beautiful people, beautiful music. Most especially, a general attitude that my mother likes to call “upbeat cynicism”, combined with a deep love of heavy drinking. Sort of “well, the world’s going to hell and death is inevitable, but I’m having fun and, umm… merlot or vodka?”
So I’m off to nap and make myself pretty…
mischievous