I'm wistfully waiting for the day I see a vampiric 'goth' girl walking down the street hand in hand with a guy kitted out in Goldie Looking Chain gear; heavy eye-liner, dark as night hair and clothes of similar nightly shades side by side with great big gleaming gold bling, baseball cap and hopefully a slightly goofy expression.
What a shame it is that so many people congregate together around a shared image. And why is it some such followers of 'fashion' have to then appreciate the corresponding genre of music? I would love to meet an aesthetically stereotypical R n' B girl who loved punk rock! But it just doesn't seem to happen - how sad.
It makes me wonder how much these two facets have to do with personal taste at all. Most people will claim their dress sense and musical preferences are deep insights into their personal characters, reflecting streetwise-ness (?), soul, sensitivity, humour, sexuality, strength etc. etc. But why, if this is the case, does everybody fit so neatly into strict categories?
Surely people are not so black and white. Psychologists will usually point to conformity as the natural answer, especially because most 'stylish' individuals are of a young age and still discovering their identity and have a need for acceptance and unity. I can see this is definitely one of the
most common factors controlling these strict divisions but how sad this explanation is: all these people convinced of their own tastes and individuality conforming to a box of pre-determined ideas formed, essentially, through insecurity.
This is surely the very antithesis of looking like a punk, for example. I feel strangely comforted by the thought that many of these people aren't as confident and bold as they appear, but saddened at the thought that personal taste has taken a back seat. There are exceptions of course but stereotypes are undeniably present and for all the wrong reasons in my books.
When I'm browsing through a music magasine, casting my eye over band photos I find myself displaying terrible prejudice. I find myself skipping over the darkly clad, shaggy haired, make-up heavy faces and actively look for the most boring and bland looking characters, and then I eagerly read the description of their music. If it sounds especially bombast and crazy, a quietly joyful smile spreads across my face.
Maybe this is because I can relate to bland exteriors and romanticise over colourful interiors. In which case, perhaps I am just as guilty of conforming, but I prefer to tell myself otherwise! Either way, if a Goth girl can love a Rapper guy- I'm all for it. Maybe we'll see a new genre of music birthed as a result!
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