Brood. That's what i want you to do. Angst-ridden former Goth kids, it is a sad day, your King has found a Queen. Nine Inch Nails founder and frontman Trent Reznor is getting hitched to singer Mariqueen Maandig. This is the part where a million black hearts shatter. "NO!" corporately assimilated 20-something women will scream, "No! Not Trent!". Their shoe polish black and henna red hair has grown out. The piercings have closed up. This was their last hope, the reassurance that somewhere, a bitter perfectionist is still sitting in a dark studio hating life. Music's Heathcliff on the moors. Rochester at Thornfield. Waiting and unobtainable but for that one romantic heroine who understands. Suffering through industrial screams and cries for help. They could have been the Perfect Drug....alas, no more.
Seriously, I'm not the only person who knows like a dozen people who have said things to this effect, right? Can't be.
Also, do you think Maandig filled in her eyebrows to look more vulcan? I'm going with yes.