gypsy is the new emo

From the very day that I arrived and got intercepted by my first gypsy at the Duomo, something about that sly looking woman seemed oddly familiar to me. You can’t really match the unbeatable long neon skirt, floral pattern bubble shirt, sandals with socks look, but the forlorn looking person waving a cup in my face stirred a sense of nostalgia in me that was hard to place. And then it clicked – when I saw this girl wander over to her other gypsy friend and give her the cocky “hey, I’m really working these suckas over here” look, I knew that the spirit of the gypsy rested in none other than the breasts of countless emo kids the world over. Think about it. They walk around all day, bemoaning their ill fortune and trying to get people to feel sorry for them. And half the time, I’m pretty convinced they’re faking it (as evidenced by the cunning look that our prior gypsy gave her fellow con-woman). I realize that kids back home aren’t begging me for money and gypsies aren’t cutting themselves, but there really are a lot of parallels. Take the greasy hair look for example. Totally gypsy…totally emo. And now I know that hopeless adolescents back in the States wouldn’t be caught dead sporting those bright florescent colors – they tend to go for the black and 73 shades of gray color scheme – but I think it’s a valid argument that both groups of individuals are in desperate need of a fashion makeover. Come on. Purple socks with Tevas? Skinny jeans on guys? The only thing I haven’t figured out yet is who can give me the better sad face.