https://trackseven.net/2017/01/17/why-im-no-longer-a-punk-rock-cool-girl/

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p style=”box-sizing:border-box;margin-right:0;margin-bottom:1.4rem;margin-left:0;color:rgb(102,102,102);font-family:"font-size:11.9531px;”>“Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl.”

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p style=”box-sizing:border-box;margin-right:0;margin-bottom:1.4rem;margin-left:0;color:rgb(102,102,102);font-family:"font-size:11.9531px;”>I was the punk rock version of the ‘cool girl’ trope for years.

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p style=”box-sizing:border-box;margin-right:0;margin-bottom:1.4rem;margin-left:0;color:rgb(102,102,102);font-family:"font-size:11.9531px;”>The punk rock cool girl likes real music. Good music. Proper music. She’s into the latest hot hardcore band playing to 15 people right now. She knows every word to The Shape of Punk To Come. She doesn’t listen to pop music, or dance music, or stuff that Other Girls like. Her favourite Braid record is the Correct One. She only sings along to Panic! At The Disco ironically. She can hang out with your musician mates and hold her own in a conversation, but she won’t point out the ways in which even punk rock, this glorious utopia we inhabit, has the capacity to oppress.