With all the discussion on teenyboppers i cannot simply stand by and see our next generation flayed to pieces. Especially by the likes of Himal, whom i actually knew when we were both teenyboppers and let me just say that he wasn’t exactly Sir. Ian McKellen then, and he isn’t now either.
But neither was i. When i was a teenager i was just as aimless and prone to do senseless things like try out various hairstyles in front of the mirror and walk around with an exaggerated swagger that fooled nobody. Me and my friends crashed batch parties of girls’ schools and did almost anything to get people’s attention. I’m sorry if you think that was stupid, it probably was but i’m glad i got a lot of that stupid out of my system so my twenties are considerably less cringe-inducing in retrospect.
The ‘teenyboppers’ referred to by Himal are probably of a higher socio-economic class that us local school kids. They’re wealthy and opulent and can afford to go to places that we can only afford now that we’re making our own money. So they get in our faces with their aimless pandering and can’t even appreciate the fact that they can afford to buy drinks after paying for the ticket while still in school. Why these ungrateful brats i tell you.
I don’t think it makes sense to hate on them, not just them all tennyboppers in general. i got a fair share of disapproving looks and disgusted stares when i was their age. A lot of people looked at me like i was some complex math problem out of a neighboring universe and i know all you others from my generation had your fair share of similar experiences. You can deny it but you know its true.
And you know what? I didn’t really give a damn about them. How could i? I couldn’t really do anything at the point anyway because i was on a hamster wheel trying to keep up with all the sensory stimulation coming my way, and learning all the while how to act and behave in a world that increasingly got newer and more interesting. I just chose to think of everyone who looked at me askance as outdated codgers who weren’t worth my time. And that’s how these teenyboppers are looking at you now.
Inside every teenybopper there is probably a slightly insecure kid laying out a crusty armor of swagger to hold the world off until he/she can figure it out. A lot of adults don’t get them but that’s okay cause they know you see, old people were young once too but they forgot how it felt to be young and now they think they were fifty since the day they were born. Just humor them and nod and smile. When you grow old you’ll show em that some old people can still be in touch with kids and be old at the same time, remember thinking that way?