Goths, I love 'em! I even used to be one for a bit (well, I was a Didi-Goth for at least 6 months). But there's one thing that troubles me about our cheery friends: what to do they do in summer? All that makeup, long black leather and rubber must get very sticky. I think we should show our respect for these poor unfortunates, struggling to stand out from the vanilla crowd despite blazing temperatures and sunshine that puts the rest of us in shorts and vest tops. Join me in celebrating the majesty of the Goth, who, eschewing any practicality whatever, still has the commitment to don a full length leather trenchcoat, stupid New Rock boots, and half a Superdrug counter of makeup. All hail the Hot Goth!
Gothiness: 2 Sweatiness: 2
Now, in principle, everything is in its place and as it should be. Gothy dress? Check. Black Hair? Check. Gothasol in the sunshine? Check. But what in the name of Beelzebub's rejected bastard firstborn son's name is this woman on? The Gothasol provides no shade whatsoever! It's held at a jaunty angle! She's grinning! She's missed the point completely. What does she think it is - some sort of musical? She should be excommunicated from The Church of Goth immediately. What an absolute disgrace.
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