I associate pop-punk with a bad time in my life- people screwing with me, a friend who wasn't treating me well- and its aesthetic preoccupations seemed trite to snobby (pre-)adolescent me. It made my skin crawl with fremdschämen.
Now I've grown; matured; gained wider perspective than the inside of my own ass; stopped using 'self-indulgent' as an insult. I think I'm ready to try pop-punk again, and I've made this blog to document that exploration. Here we go!