I was on a train from Providence to NYC a few weeks ago. About an hour into the journey, I accidentally unplugged my headphones from my phone and the music I was listening to started to play out loud. Unfortunately, this came a few days after an extensive discussion amongst BlogDH writers about the most embarrassing music we listened to in middle school, and I had subsequently relapsed into my former full-fledged emo/pop punk addiction. I looked around in horror as JT Woodruff, lead singer of Hawthorne Heights, whined “cut my wrists and black my eyes” for the whole train to hear.
The woman sitting next to me glanced up from her book and shot me a look of utter disdain and judgement. She then returned to reading FIFTY SHADES OF GREY. I was judged by a woman unapologetically reading a novelization of pornography in public for (temporarily) having a terrible taste in music. Thankfully, BuzzFeed compiled a wonderful assortment of images depicting other people “reading” the book in public, solidifying the fact that it is a truly embarrassing undertaking. Take that, dammit!