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(Created page with "{{NSFW}} There was this show “Daria” that aired on MTV in the 90s. This was back when MTV played real music videos, and my punk rock ethos was met with shows that equally inspired us and compelled us to keep viewing. But there is actually an episode of “Daria” that you never heard of where she shoots herself in the head. MTV execs were reported so “disgusted” by the episode that they immediately pulled it from syndication and demanded MTV play some Jackass...")
 
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The show about a rambunctious teenage high school girl and her preppy sister entertained me, I related a lot to Daria’s apathy, and she mostly symbolized 90s and how much we didn’t care back then. Milennials today don’t understand that we genuinely didn’t care, but this show “got it” and it “got us.” Generation X. Pepsi and Funyuns. Taco bell and mountain dew: the truth trifecta.
 
The episode starts as normal, expect now it took place in college and all the characters were adults, with Splendora’s” “You’re standing on my neck” providing a rocking and rambunctious intro that got us pumped to see what hijinks the Morgendorrfeerss’ would get into this fucking week. But Daria… looked disheveled. She seemed cold, distant and not at all like herself. I started to get scared. Daria’s face was all cracked up and I think she may have been on drugs. The show was meant to be an anti-drug PSA…but this was nothing like your typical “your brain on drugs” PSA.
 
No, no. This was uh… Well, daria was watching tv. I mean that’s what your typical apathetic rambunctious teen does, but… Daria was watching sick sad world. “On tonight’s sick sad world!” the announcer said, and I was ready for a funny joke, but instead the announcer said “Jet fuel?! Melting steel beams? Impossible!” The camera cut to live footage of a 747 crashing into the twin towers. While this was pre-September 11th, I was still concerned about what the announcer was talking about.
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“If beta had won, we’d all have slit throats full of flowers.” Typical gothic daria. She was listening to a Linkin Park LP on full blast in a walkmen, an old-style MP3 player. She kept grabbing her stomach and I was worried something was wrong with Daria…
 
The next scene cuts to Daria at schooluniversity, Daria’s friend Jane Lane was there. Except she had bloodshot eyes and her emo haircut was sharp as a cheese knife. What Daria said next concerned me. “More waffles dad? I found an extra set of butter. Besides, if you had mild food poisoning, you’d have a very bad stomach ache right now. Except daria was in history class, and this made no sense. “Ms. Morgendorrferr, I asked you who sailed the world in 1712?” It was her teacherprofessor, Anthony DeMartino. “Sorry I was sleeping, your class is boring and you’re a boring. I’m really bored. Fuck you.” I never heard Daria say “Fuck” before, but now she looked really weird.
 
You see Anthony deMartino writer her a clinic pass and she shuffles off to the clinic, where she appears to be dying. You see blood pouring out of her nose and she looks like she’s really sick. You hear a gurgling, what was this? This wasn’t the daria I knew- the punk rock gother who took no how-dat-is from “the man.” This was- this was garbage!