That era reminds me of a moment time when I was going to an urban college and was in a jacket and tie with a classmate walking downtown...we came around a corner and came face to face with a group of punk rockers, the Queen punker (good natured) told us we were conformist sheep, my buddy responded looking at their group who all had the signature died black hair, black clothing and random safety pins in clothing and face and the odd piercing..and simply asked "and you're not?" they chuckled as we chuckled and then the fight broke out.