Melbourne I love you, especially when I'm in Geelong. Fuck yeah I love you. I hate Geelong. And the Nutbush. (Except the Nash)

I'm not so small minded that I actually think Geelong is the only guilty town. There are,without a doubt in my mind, people in other towns, other citys, and most definately in Melbourne somewhere; places on brunswick street are guilty of supporting, nurturing and providing a safe environment for people who don't have any taste in music; well people who don't really have any taste at all. And by people, I mean women. And by women I mean annoying women. And also by women, I mean girls included. They shop at womens stores, and throw together outfits with purchases from womens stores. "Oooh that must be nice because it came from a womens store, and I'm a woman, it must fit me". Actually its not nice at all, you look the same as every other female, you have the same hair as every other female, you have the same make-up and shoes as any other female who shops at Rockmans or Susssan (insert relevent shop to class catergory: ie Bourgiouse to David Jones). The younger generation of Sportsgirl shoppers who think their unique "indie" style is so alternative and not-the-same when actually, you look just the fuckin same. Somewhere in the middle, in-between Sportsgirl and Rockmans, the need to look like a hotter yet same version of your friends starts to shape those little tiny braincells, that believe it or not, you do have. And you start to constantly think about your weight, what your wearing, what your being seen listening too; and eventually you follow other people so much that you willl find yourself on a dance-floor wearing Sussan's summer collection dancing to the Nutbush. You make sure you can still remember all the song titles off Libertines Up The Bracket which you memorised the other day so you can be seen to have somekind of taste. Remember, you tagged along to Cherry Bar to "run into" a friend of a friends brother to whom you wanted to show off your knowledge because you didn't get a chance to at some party a few weeks ago where he was saying he wished he could be Pete Doherty, which is funny because you didn't have any knowlede of Pete even if you got a chance to talk, so you giggled, and then googled and found out who Pete Doherty was. And you were all like "awesome! I always wanted to be Kate Moss". 

So then you all look the same. Party the same. Have the same short conversations that don't really have any substance. Even compliments feel like payouts. Even dancing, or dressing up ,or laughing is out of the question. Unless your laughing at someone of course. You had better pay someone out to start a conversation, none of this "hi. I need your help, I'm doing an opinion poll on cookies and how you feel about them: Anzac or Choc Chip? It's an old debate that has been going on for, well obviously only a century of so, not really any longer because of the whole "meaning" behind the ANZAC "cookie"".
YOU'LL HAVE NONE OF THAT THANKME VERY MUCH!! It goes like this: "Oh you look so good", "Oh so do you", "Thanks, how are you anyways", "So good. You?", "So good", "How's ....?", "So good!! How's....?", "Yeah he's good. He's over there!", "Oh I might go say hi", "Yeah good. Oh. So. Good. To see you." "Oh you too. Love you".
So we've got rid of unique dress sense. Done. Unique music taste. Done. Unique ways of having fun. Done. Hmmm, The confidence to be unique? nope, done. What about unique conversation skills? Nope, Done. Unique topics of conversation. Done. Unique ways of thinking? Look, I'm going to say done. For fuck sake, these people are not individuals. One giggles, the other giggles. One loses weight, the other loses weight. One likes a top, the other gets it in black. Get it?

Good. So you want to be a certain kind of style, person, music lover, or whatever. But when someone of that style actually makes conversation with you, you have nothing. Nothing. You like stuff, apparantly, but you don't have opinions about what you like. You just like it. What did you really think about that album? What do you think of this solo album? What about the lyrics make you cry, laugh, feel something?????? Do even have fucking feelings?

You're going to end up dancing to the macarena, the time warp, the nut bush, dressed in sussan, or david jones, because you just do what the group does. I actually heard one of you last night say to herself: "I don't know why everyones getting up and going over there, but I'm going anyways". Fuck you.