"Ugh, no, Evanescence is not goth. Get that whiny emo shit out of here."

You were at a coffee shop skimming through your music collection with Michael, who begrudgingly sat across from you with that same old bored look on his face. his cane (which you were pretty sure he didn't need) on his lap, a cup of coffee in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"Don't you have anything that isn't some factory-produced conformist crap or whatever those emo vampire posers listen to?"