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Goths ruin everything for me. When I was in high school, I was sooo into Nine Inch Nails, and other vaguely Goth/Industrial groups. Goths ruined it for me. My wardrobe of choice is 90% black with 95% silver accessories. Guess what? I can still get away with it some of the time because I have olive, rather than pale skin, but people still think that I am signifying goth-ness, and worse at that, that I am a wannabe goth, forever doomed to second-class goth citizenship on account of lack of aforementioned snow-white complexion, and thus trying to overcompensate. The list goes on. I like really dark eyeliner and dark lipstick. But if I don that while walking down St. Mark's, between, oh, say, 2nd and 3rd avenues, goths out on a school night might try to mate with me. I can't geek on Frankenstein in peace. My obsession with vampires, which is by no means homologous with the goth-vampire-schtick, and which rather stems from their use as a metaphorical category, their role in the French revolution (see David Graeber's article called "Rebels Without a God" on the subject), and, of course, Buffy The Vampire Slayer and the great metaphorical discourse that lies therein, is compromised by the goths' uninformed, unstructured, skin-deep affection for vampires.