Sup, assholes? I am kidding! Yr. Teen Kolumnist loves you very very much. However, I am guilty of being a teenage boy, and the amount of affection shown by your average teenage boy makes Bill O’Reilly seem like a teddy bear. As a result, teenage boy friendships make about as much sense as a Donald Trump/Anthony Weiner campaign ticket. To an outsider, it can sometimes seem like they hate each other, but it is actually something beautiful. No homo.
Must be an Idaho thing. I never saw or experienced this when I was growing up. I had plenty of friends that I acquired over the course of four years in the total of three different high schools that I attended, that were in three different cities in two separate states. I can't believe that we were all the outliers, so I suspect that there is a weird vibe going on where the Kid lives.
I love how you decided what my life must have been all about without knowing a single thing about me. Talk about categorizing people by stereotype.
Yeah, the first and principle place where I lived was a little slice of Stepford called "Detroit;" it was where I was born and where I spent most of my childhood. (No, I don't mean the suburbs, in case you were wondering. They were foreign territory.)
Perhaps I overdid it (hey, it was late at night where I am), but it wasn't the Kid's article that I was commenting on, but rather the other comments. I can certainly accept that the Kid is part of a little subculture where he lives and attends school, one that has its own rules and norms. (Man, I wish I had said it like that last night.) What I wanted to get across was that this is hardly a universal feature of male adolescence. In contrast to the assertions of other commenters.
I wasn't being judgmental about the practice, but rather about the stereotype of teenage boys that was being repeated down here underneath the article. But I do plead guilty, your honor, for overdoing it. Mea culpa and my apologies.
As for the "Footloose" analogy, my crowd got sh_t from other groups in school and we sent plenty of it back. We just didn't do so toward each other. In the places where I lived and went to school it was always a hostile act. When we said cr_p like that, we meant it and more.
Just like I am declining to fling any at you right now, because here on this little site we are all "family" and because there are much more deserving targets elsewhere. And also because maturity.
If you think that I look down on the "rabble" then you clearly don't know me at all, or where I came from, where I've been over the course of my life or where I am now. (And that ain't no picture of me up there in my Gravitar.) You can't look down at the rabble when you're living in the rubble.
All things old become new again. Welcome to your teenage years, Kid. Toss in the relentless, gratuitous use of the word 'fucking' when lobbing those insults and you've described my teen years.
Remember when you'd go out and start your Model "T," AltJohann? And there was a little lever on the steering wheel or tiller? And before you could start your flivver, you had to do something to the spark, and I don't mean "advance"?
Dok, when in the car with your son, shouldn&#039;t you (an English teacher, after all) and the Kid be listening to tapes of Richard Burton reading <i>Ulysses</i>, or something equally punitive? Just because Franken&#039;s a senator now doesn&#039;t mean his old stuff was instructive/incomprehensible/character-building.
I can almost hear it now: &quot;Stately, plump Buck Mulligan...&quot;
Digging through your kid&#039;s chat logs is about as foolish as digging through your wife&#039;s purse. In both cases you&#039;ll quickly find yourself asking WTF you were thinking coming in here...
as long as it&#039;s not the C section, because those things will scar you for life- especially during bikini season
Frequently, and sometimes they get arrested for it.
WTF?
Must be an Idaho thing. I never saw or experienced this when I was growing up. I had plenty of friends that I acquired over the course of four years in the total of three different high schools that I attended, that were in three different cities in two separate states. I can&#039;t believe that we were all the outliers, so I suspect that there is a weird vibe going on where the Kid lives.
Where... in lockup?
Sheesh, what a sad, depressing life you describe. Not one that I have ever experienced or even recognize.
Don&#039;t bother, PW -- it is hardly representative.
Entertaining, kitty, but I suspect that it is largely a work of fiction.
Juvee. This is where you see it.
I love how you decided what my life must have been all about without knowing a single thing about me. Talk about categorizing people by stereotype.
Yeah, the first and principle place where I lived was a little slice of Stepford called &quot;Detroit;&quot; it was where I was born and where I spent most of my childhood. (No, I don&#039;t mean the suburbs, in case you were wondering. They were foreign territory.)
Perhaps I overdid it (hey, it was late at night where I am), but it wasn&#039;t the Kid&#039;s article that I was commenting on, but rather the other comments. I can certainly accept that the Kid is part of a little subculture where he lives and attends school, one that has its own rules and norms. (Man, I wish I had said it like that last night.) What I wanted to get across was that this is hardly a universal feature of male adolescence. In contrast to the assertions of other commenters.
I wasn&#039;t being judgmental about the practice, but rather about the stereotype of teenage boys that was being repeated down here underneath the article. But I do plead guilty, your honor, for overdoing it. Mea culpa and my apologies.
As for the &quot;Footloose&quot; analogy, my crowd got sh_t from other groups in school and we sent plenty of it back. We just didn&#039;t do so toward each other. In the places where I lived and went to school it was always a hostile act. When we said cr_p like that, we meant it and more.
Just like I am declining to fling any at you right now, because here on this little site we are all &quot;family&quot; and because there are much more deserving targets elsewhere. And also because maturity.
If you think that I look down on the &quot;rabble&quot; then you clearly don&#039;t know me at all, or where I came from, where I&#039;ve been over the course of my life or where I am now. (And that ain&#039;t no picture of me up there in my Gravitar.) You can&#039;t look down at the rabble when you&#039;re living in the rubble.
This is the best explanation of young male communication that I have ever read. How do I cite this column in a scientific article?
So Bamz and all those GOP wingnuts might actually be best buds, if they were teens?
All things old become new again. Welcome to your teenage years, Kid. Toss in the relentless, gratuitous use of the word &#039;fucking&#039; when lobbing those insults and you&#039;ve described my teen years.
You really, really don&#039;t!
Its kind of adorable that you wanted to though.
Remember when you&#039;d go out and start your Model &quot;T,&quot; AltJohann? And there was a little lever on the steering wheel or tiller? And before you could start your flivver, you had to do something to the spark, and I don&#039;t mean &quot;advance&quot;?
Hope that helps!
Dok, when in the car with your son, shouldn&#039;t you (an English teacher, after all) and the Kid be listening to tapes of Richard Burton reading <i>Ulysses</i>, or something equally punitive? Just because Franken&#039;s a senator now doesn&#039;t mean his old stuff was instructive/incomprehensible/character-building.
I can almost hear it now: &quot;Stately, plump Buck Mulligan...&quot;
Digging through your kid&#039;s chat logs is about as foolish as digging through your wife&#039;s purse. In both cases you&#039;ll quickly find yourself asking WTF you were thinking coming in here...
the best thing you can do with a claw hammer dulcimer is use it to beat the accordion player senseless