We have this little joke in our house. Well, I guess it's just funny to me. Or to Dan. But rarely to the intended target, my beautiful daughter, Aidan. See, she's 12, and she spends a lot of time in her room, in the dark, chatting with her friends on the internet. (And no, she's not chatting with the predators on Dateline NBC.) So my standard line, when I pop into her room to see what she's doing is: are you going goth on me? To which she always assures me, with exasperation, "No Mom, I'm not going goth. Please leave."
Whew. That's good. Because it'd be hard to tell by the color themes in your closet.
(And yes, the fact that there is both a pink and a polka dot item in the collection gives me hope! No one listens to Bela Lugosi's Dead in polka dots.)
And believe me sister, if you are going goth, I would KNOW. My Gothdar is finely honed from years of personal experience.