NIN is for unshapely girls that will never be popular no matter how frequently they put out, so they stop going outside, powder their faces white and smear gobs of black eyeliner around their eyes.
It started from the heroin chic that wanted to hide the effects on their eyes and then became a trend that pathetic losers latched on to and spread their own sad little culture out through the high schools.
The angst of sitting at home in suburban America with nothing to do. While mom was at aerobics and dad was traveling for work led them to play loud music with bursts of noise since they knew that it would piss the parents off. Enough so that they would at least yell at them, some attention, even if bad is better than being ignored everyday like at school.
NIN started in the '90s and died in the '90s - all that is left now are quotes and pathetic masses of the lost that aren't aware that they are wasting their lives in a culture that is more transparent than their skin.
You, my shit eating friend, I would wrap a dog collar around your neck and then attach a chain and drag your sorry ass down seven flights of stairs while skipping and whistling versions of Twisted Sister songs under my fetid breath.