Yep. My hair was occasionally hot pink or burgundy--usually it was white blonde (and still is)--and many of my friends did the same, but we were all thin. Hard to be fat when you spend most of your time drunk, running around, snorting speed, climbing up to rooftops, rowing out to abandoned half-destroyed boats where our friends were squatting or climbing tons of stairs in abandoned hotels where our friends were squatting, too poor for lots of food, etc. (And the lead singers I banged weren't in shitty bands, thank you very much, though my long-time boyfriend played bass [in an excellent band] and another played bass in a pretty big, awesome band. I briefly dated Green Day's drummer before they sold out, too. His real name is Frank.) And while we all dressed like the Ramones--tight skinny jeans, thin t-shirts, studded belts, leather jackets, Chucks--every actual punk knows that a Ramones t-shirt is like the universal sign of the wannabe corporate psuedopunk. Much as we all liked the Ramones, no real punk I've ever known wore one; I never met someone in a Ramones t-shirt who could name five Ramones songs that weren't Blitzkrieg Bop, I Wanna Be Sedated, Sheena, or Teenage Lobotomy. And yes, we would ask.