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[29 Aug 2002|04:30pm]

[ mood | me ]

So. I can honestly say that at this point in my life; I'm not posing as one thing or another.

That's the wonder about going to a school where no one knows anything about you. I can completely be myself; and not have to worry about impressing someone; or upsetting someone.

There are not many chances in ones life where they can start completely over...but this is one of them; so I'm rather enjoying it for now.

Alright. Am shutting up now.

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new.. yipee [28 Aug 2002|07:03pm]

[ mood | thoughtful ]

I don't think I've been called a poser to my face, but people online insist on calling me a poser for some reason. I don't think I qualify as a poser, it's not like I label myself as one thing or the other, I am just kinda, there, ya know? I'm not as unique as I'd like to be. And everyone who says they are 'so unique' really isn't. oh well, I'm new, I'm me, and I'm leaving. :)

good day

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Poser Poseur [07 May 2002|05:07pm]

I am a poseur and I don't care. I like to make people stare.

I have been called a poser by a few people, most of which are not in the authority to call me one. However, people that are also call me a poser or simply insinuate it by saying I "try too hard".
Damn, it's hard to be a chick.

Note: I am a riot grrrl...there is no hierarchy there (seeing as it is not run by males) so I can say it freely. If you think that I'm a poser riot grrrl...well then I believe you are in the right community.
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yo. [05 Apr 2002|12:01am]
hi.. i'm new. i've never been called a poser before, but i sure as hell feel like one! i look emo, but i like old punk. i don't fit in anywhere at all and i don't own a lot of cds. well i do, sort of. i think. my name is bridget.
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Musings of a Poser #1 [02 Apr 2002|08:52pm]

[ mood | crappy ]

You know what I think is strange? The best way to be accepted as NOT being a poser is to make a new group of friends who never knew the poser you, or shift cities. Believe it! It'll work! If you want to perpetuate the belief that you belong to a certain subculture slice of society, all you need to do is ditch your old friends and home. Guaranteed to work, and you know why? Because all the new people you meet will, by seeing what's on the outside, naturally assume what's on the inside and automatically, in their mind, you'll be what you always wanted to be but felt like too much of a poser to achieve.

It happened to me recently - not the whole acceptance thing, oh no, I'm still a poser of the highest degree (and BOY, aren't *I* made to realise it :\) - but when some friends of mine from highschool came back to town for a visit, friends whom i hadn't seen for over two years, the reaction, oh, for that briefest moment, it felt like all that i was made to feel beforehand wasn't so. Just for that moment it felt so *good* to ditch the poser tag, just for a little while. But then, of course, i had to open my trap and explain the truth and well, those familiar old poser feelings came rushing back. And you know what's worse? Because i tasted just for a moment what it would be like to be accepted, it made realising the truth all the more bitter and vilesome.


And don't *I* know where my problem originates... damn head...

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I'm not a poseur [19 Feb 2002|04:51pm]

[ mood | bored ]

Well, I don't consider myself one. I do have a song about how big of a posuer I am, but that's another story I guess. I made a posuer shirt as well. Anyways - I hate the word, and the concept. Even at that, I can't help but think, "ewww - posuer". Hypocritical, I know. Anyways - heres a really bad essay on the concept of being a posuer, that I wrote late at nite a few months ago.

Perpatuating Indiduality In A Subculture

The defining factor of one living up to, and moreso transcending, a particular
cliched ideal has nothing to do with attire, interest, intensity, ignorant banter, or
even intelligence. At the core of the matter it lies within the heart - a lasting love of
what makes an individual the person they are. For most people this wisdom comes
through a period of time and varied experience, but that is not the most pertinent
factor. Rather it has to do with a certain brilliant blazing orange bolt of inspiration,
or a slow, steady stream of changing priorities that reinvents your worldly
perspective. This transition may come very early or seem to be an inherited trait,
but until someone ultimately realizes this vital aspect - the overall unimportance of
image - they are only an effigy of who they could truly be. Everyone wears clothing
(listens to music, has hobbies, etc.). For the vast majority of people, particularly
students, their attire projects at least a certain sliver of who they feel they are. The
dimensions of what it represents lies within how secure they are about themselves.

It is unfortunate that far too many people are bound by their clothing, afraid
to venture out and experiment with versatility [Music is another area were they may
reach an unispired stalemate of opnion]. Regardless of the precise garments (it can
be clothes of any style), for these misguided people their clothes are nothing more
than a restrictive uniform, screaming for attention, love and acceptance. Vaguely
the wearer emulates the attitude of people they think they respect - but the core of
their philosophy rides on an insecure yearn for brotherhood. Their clothing is
nothing more than a gambled coin. A desperate attempt to associate themselves
with something, anything. Before ever stating their personal feelings on any matter
- the thought must first be heavily filtered through a screen that predicts the
potential ramifications of the statement, and more importantly gauges how it will
make others perceive them. Rather than devouring the short, sweet life that lays
wide open in front of them - they spend their hours doting on how they can try and
emulate the charisma and beliefs of nonexistent deities. This unobtainable goal can
rapidly yield a decimated translucent shell of a human.

It is highly common, especially as a subculture slowly grows more
mainstream, that the majority of the people chasing the style, music, or hobby,
have an overall tinge of overanxiousness holding them back. Their interest is
genuine, but it also a facade. They are not concrete posuers - they have an overall
understanding of what they are trying to capture, in fact many whove reached this
stage are on the road to the bliss of self acceptance - but they still conciously try to
perpetuate an image. Concerned with this goal, and only this goal, their lifestyle
becomes a narrow-minded tunnel - always trying to prove how devoted they are to
the scene, wrapped up in some ideal of what their image should be, and unable to
completely accept the personal eccentricities which set them apart from the
generalized curve. When your most overbearing hope is to follow a subculture to the
cliched tee - trying to convince yourself you are not a posuer, attempting to impress
peers as to how a devout follower you are - this yearn boil down to a single motive:
overconcern with image. This is not how you reach self satisfaction or individuality.
Projecting an image is in fact, equally, what a posuers highest goal is. It is
ludicrous that so many people treading subculture limbo have the audacity to say
they are individuals. Rather than being devout followers of a scene, true to
themselves, they are more or less nothing more than overzealous posuers. It must
be noted this is the greatest frame of people, with an expansive grey area. Each
singkle individual cannot be lumped in the same vat of hypocrity, but they all do
share a certain lack of knowledge of who they are (or at least distress in accepting
who they are) - and thus are bound by the timeless shackles of emulating someone

Others persons, even with wardrobe similar to the groups mentioned prior,
decide thier garments with a less critical perspective. Like it or not our clothes state
at least a minimum about a who we are - be it overly thrifty, enjoy living in
comfort, partake in a particular hobby, or other variables - but to the unfettered
persons concerned in this paragraph, their clothes do not define who they are.
Rather, clothing is merely a subtle reflection and light extension of the vibrant spirit
that dwells within their mind, heart, and body - which after all is the essence that
truly defines who you are as a human being. There is no precise definition to when
someone has reached this self acceptance - being human we are all subject to
memntary lapses of faith - however it is generally achieved when your attire and
musical tastes are decided by strictly personal opinions, and the thought of how
others may percieve you because of this opinion does not even cross your mind.

Once people have taken it upon themselves to no longer be consumed by concepts
of image, they open their lives up to a multitude of new social freedoms.

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Here I go again on my own... [23 Jan 2002|06:45pm]

[ mood | cold ]

I just wanted to make a post so everybody could see my cute new icon.

I realize it's a little soon to be having VDay icons, but ... whatever, you know? I wanted to do it before somebody else did. I'm original this time.


My brother is on the fast track toward Poserdom. He wants to be just like me, or like the boys that I date/hang out with. He writes "punk rock" on everything he owns, and I've done my best to give him the best music so at least he'll know what he's talking about, should somebody ask him about it.

But I know that he won't claim to like a band unless he's heard friends say something about it first. He likes the Ramones and Blink 182 and Sum 41 the best, because they're the most popular, I'm sure. How about the Pennywise, Lagwagon, and Vandals cds that I've burned? Hasn't even listened to them. I'm shocked.

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[20 Jan 2002|08:12pm]

[ mood | chipper ]

Wow. No one has said anything in a million, billion years. So, I will.


Now, someone say something back.

Later Fakers!

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[01 Dec 2001|10:43pm]

I'm a member of this community...yet I never post anything...not sure if anyone does, but oh well...

How's everyone? (*wonders if anyone will respond*)

I need more friends...People to talk to, people to relate to, just people to know... ';'

I'm very sleepy right now. I hate school...I'm sick of getting 3 hours of sleep. I slept all day today pretty much...

Hmm, well i'm gunna go. Later
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New concept [12 Nov 2001|01:08am]

Okay Boys and Girls....I came up with a new concept tonight, with the help of Ms. RE...and here's the deal...we think that we should take Social Pretender in a new directions. So, this is the suggestion.

If you really want to be someone else...then IM someone at random, and have a completely fake conversation with them. Make up looks, and age, and location, and anything else that might come up...have fun with it! Then post it, for use to read/enjoy.

Yes, I realize we're sick individuals...but, if you do it once, then you'll see how much fun it is...

AND....it is my suggestion that screennames be changed in the posting, less the person stumble upon it...but, that's up to the postee, I suppose.

RE will be posting one shortly. It really is quite a fun game, guys....or maybe it's just us.
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[11 Nov 2001|04:33pm]

[ mood | tired ]

i'm such a poser.

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Heard any good jokes lately? [31 Oct 2001|08:23pm]

My God. I didn't want social pretender to be dead. I want it to prosper, and be happy.

I want to be happy.

Make me laugh, and you'll get a cookie. Any good jokes?

[Oh, and maybe we should all take the time to introduce our selves...]

I'm Jenni, or JNE as it's sometimes put.
I'm from GA.
I'm 18.
I'm bored.
I listen to anything, once.
If you have music recommendations, I have a community on audiogalaxy, called "I [heart] you" so, join, and queue me.
I like Alvin and the Chipmunks.
Um. Yea. Did I mention I'm bored?
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[23 Oct 2001|09:40pm]

[ mood | tired ]

Waow, this community really is kind of struggling..

What happened to our Q of the day, JNE?

Here's one, just because of personal experience...

Anybody ever gotten a speeding ticket? How fast, how much?

(I got a $255 ticket for going 80 in a 55, which, in Georgia, can make you lose your license.)

Just curious.

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i'm doing my part to help keep the community alive... [20 Oct 2001|01:48pm]

so. what's new? not much, you say. i got my bright eyes cd in the mail on thursday. it rocks beyond belief. hmm...well i guess i don't have much more to say, i just wanted to post something.
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[03 Oct 2001|07:32pm]

Okay, here's a topic! How bout my freaking tattoo??

I'm gonna post the same thing I put in my regular journal. I want thoughts, feelings.

I'm having second thoughts about what and where my tattoo will be...

Originally, I wanted the small star-within-a-star [that is my userpic now] on my side.

Now, I'm reconsidering, and I'll tell you why.

First of all, I think we all know I'm horribly ticklish. On my side probably wouldn't be a good idea.

Secondly, that's gonna be a really hard spot to get to without, you know, my boobs being bare for all to see.

Thirdly, nobody will ever see it. Which is what I was going for at first, but now... If I'm going to go thru all that pain and agony and money for something, I want somebody to see it!

Fourthly [yes, jenni, that is a word], It's gonna hurt. Bad.

Fifthly, if I do ever get a tattoo there, I think I want it to be something more fluid and not so harsh.. like the morning glory or the koi.

Now. I don't want to get it somewhere cliche, like ankle, shoulder blade, hip, under-underwear, arm [le shudder], but at the same time, I'm going to have some sort of job in the future, so I can't get it somewhere overly obvious, like wrists, neck, or forehead.

I've always loved stars in the middle of the back... Unfortunately I have "sunspots" [okay, they're moles...] on my back. Therefore I don't think it would look good right there. Issues? Oh yes, severe.

Help me! I need advice. I've already made up my mind that I do want to get one, by countering all the arguments I've given myself.

"Your husband may not like it." If my husband doesn't like my tattoos, he doesn't like me, either.

"You'll get tired of it in 20 years." Tattoos are a reminder of how you were when you were a certain age. They remind you of how you felt, acted, at 18, 19, whatever age you got it.

"You are going to grow up eventually, and not be as rebellious as you are at 18." Okay, first of all, I'm hardly rebellious. And secondly, I'm never going to be the kind of person to blend in to the crowd. Personalities do not change over time. And, like Lills [I think it was Lills anyway...] said, by the time we're older, they'll probably have come up with an easier, cheaper, more efficent way of removing them.

"You may really hate stars/morning glories/fish in 20 years." Stars are my thing. When [some] people see stars, they think of me. It represents me. It's in my freaking signature, for Allah's sake. Morning glories remind me of my mom. In the mornings, when I would come down stairs, she would alway say, "Good Morning Glory!". Plus, it's supposedly my birth flower, or something. Kinda like the birthstone, only a flower. Whatever. And fish, well, I probably will grow out of those, which is why they're third on my list.

Okay. I have rambled on for waaay too long. Please, give me thoughts, opinions, encouragement, whatever you can spare :D
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Okay... [03 Oct 2001|07:15pm]

[ mood | lazy ]

So, we need something to talk about here people!

Anyone having issues with something?

Come on, you KNOW you do....we're teenagers here..sheesh. We all have problems.

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How was YOUR weekend? [30 Sep 2001|07:04pm]

[ mood | chipper ]

Mine was fine.

Today is my 18th birthday--so next weekend RE and I are going Tattooing.

Had a party last night--which at first didn't look like it was going to be all that productive...but, I turned out to be wrong! He showed up, and I was happy! :oD

Alright. That is all--if you want to read a more in depth description--read my real journal.

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[28 Sep 2001|10:58pm]

Question of the Day

If you had a band, what would you call it?
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Analyzing my Poser-ish ways. [27 Sep 2001|07:13pm]
Before school started this year I made a friend with this goth guy who I learned way too much about too soon. In fact...so much that I didn't want to hang out with anymore. I learned he had some very strong emotional/mental problems and being around him just kind of made me sad like I had to fix all of his problems. I don't really know why I feel like that but I do. It's something I inherit from my mom. But anyway this morning in the commons (where everyone basically hangs out before school) I waved to him...and he came over and we talked a little. But he still seemed like he is his usual depressed self. But I felt good that I had put the differences aside and been a friend and said hi.

The reason I am talking about this here is because I am wondering how he even became a "goth" as we call them. Did he just one day wake up and start wearing all black and chain necklaces and black nail polish? I mean is it something that you integrate into your life? I almost thought myself better than him because I was "normal" as they say. I shouldn't pretend to be better than anyoene else. Like I have something more than you because I am not on medication to make me feel better. That is the biggest way I am a "social pretender" is that, I frequently separate myself from people if we don't have a hell of a lot in common or if we don't "click" right away or if we're not "the same" somehow.
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Question of the Day [27 Sep 2001|05:46pm]

[ mood | silly ]

Okay, I really want to see this little community prosper, and grow....so, I 'spose I'll institute that.
Participation is key here, people!

I'm going to ask a Question of the Day [Yes, I'm aware it's dorky...shuddup!]

This question was spawned from a stupid conversation that RE and I were having the other day...

So, for today's Question

In the shower, do you face the shower head, or keep your back to it?

I keep my back to it.~JNE

If YOU have any general ponderances that you'd like answers to, feel free to ask away!

Later Phonies

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