French Romanticism - don't cry, emo kid!

Upon doing my readings today for French class #1 (my French lit class), I have discovered that French romanticism, especially poetry, is just so...emo. Seriously. If you read it, it's just a predecessor to emo music as we know it; what with the crying about getting dumped, and the meaningless of life, and the poor state of one's soul. Looking through what defines "Les Idées Romantiques" (Romantic Ideas) as we dicussed in class, I come up with such things as: emotions focused on the "me", religion, tension, terror, politics, solitude, individual expression, "le mal du siècle", love/death and the relationship between the two...starting to sound familiar? It is to me, and it's starting to get positively unbearable. It's almost as obnoxious to read in mid-19th century French as it is to hear on the radio in 2007...so why won't it go away?

Perhaps I should join in the movement. I'll cut off all of my hair, put it in silly, choppy layers, dye it black, and trade in my brown, oval librarian glasses for a pair of thick-framed, black rectangle classes. I'll trade in the nose piercing for a lip and eyebrow, and wear much, much, much more black eyeliner than I ever do when I'm going out...every single day. In fact, to make it easier, I'll just draw it on with a Sharpie. I'll make sure to shop at Hot Topic or in chic little emo-y boutiques in Wicker Park, because I'm just wayyyyy too not mainstream for that.

Or, better yet, we'll just do the emo movement a favor and give it some credibility by adding a respected French Romantic poet to it:











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(yes, that was a worthy 3 minutes spent in MS Paint)




My Chemical Romance welcomes its newest band member: Alfred de Musset!

Lord, I hate this crap. It's almost as bad as existentialism, but too bad I have a whole night's worth of reading about it...except for the solace of my French grammar book later.

I'm gonna go cry in a corner now. Anyone have a black Sharpie?