Let me share the tale of my now-former roommate, who we will call "Bob."
If there's a universal definition for emo, this kid is it:
Lip ring? Check
Streched earrings? Check
Greasy, straightend hair pulled over 75% of the face at an angle? Check
Tight pants? Check
Small sweaters? Check
Plaid shirts? Check
Scarf? Check
Black shirts? Very check.
Black-frame "emo" glasses? Check
Posters of "punk rock" bands? Very Check
In a band? Check
Going to college to be a music major? Check
Small scope in music taste? Check
Thinks it's the best/only kind of real music? Check
Now, all this aside the guy was still pretty cool. He was really nice and you could sit and have a normal coversation about whatevers on your mind with the guy, but if you so much as mention something like music/government/politics or whatnot, then look out - You just opened the pandoras box of one-sided arguements.
His friends are worse - I overheard one of them say the following:
"I'm so core." <hand through hair> "You suck at life." Things like that I just don't get. How do phrases like that even make it in your head?
But I digress...Linkin Park is gay. Not emo, gay. There's a difference.