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Mar. 30th, 2005 10:32 pmWell, it had to happen - my random LJ wandering pattern thingy finally led me into what, by common agreement, is by far LJ's most numerous sub-species - whiny late teen and early twwentysomething Americans.
They are sure a weird concept - if the internet is truly the Triumph of the Geeks, then this shower prove it. Mallrats who could never get to the mall (because they were real-life versions of the Molly Ringwald character in The Breakfast Club, they now get the chace to live in their own hypre-mall as big and bright as the world. And what do they use it for - yup, bitching about how none of their friends really understand them, harping on about how no-one cares what they've been through, and getting glutinous about their bf/gf's.
If this is your chance to prove that your really far more intelligent and worthwhile than all those "Fascist-panties" girls, then you're making a hell of a hash of it, ladies. And let's be honest - with millions dying around the globe, whether Krystal said something nasty behind your back to Shannon ain't really important enough to tell the whole world about.
And above and beyond all that, reading someone using a John Lennon quote as a follow-up to her decision to go off and smoke crack just made me feel tired.
I'm sorry if I sound like a right prude, but as I approach the unpleasant age of 30, I find myself less and less convinced that the unwillingness to grow up, accept this is what you've got, and get the fuck on with it is something which should be celebrated and nurtured.
Well, never mind - as I've probably said before, if you ever emerge from your bedroom, the world isn't going to know your name. And frankly, that isn't the world's problem...
They are sure a weird concept - if the internet is truly the Triumph of the Geeks, then this shower prove it. Mallrats who could never get to the mall (because they were real-life versions of the Molly Ringwald character in The Breakfast Club, they now get the chace to live in their own hypre-mall as big and bright as the world. And what do they use it for - yup, bitching about how none of their friends really understand them, harping on about how no-one cares what they've been through, and getting glutinous about their bf/gf's.
If this is your chance to prove that your really far more intelligent and worthwhile than all those "Fascist-panties" girls, then you're making a hell of a hash of it, ladies. And let's be honest - with millions dying around the globe, whether Krystal said something nasty behind your back to Shannon ain't really important enough to tell the whole world about.
And above and beyond all that, reading someone using a John Lennon quote as a follow-up to her decision to go off and smoke crack just made me feel tired.
I'm sorry if I sound like a right prude, but as I approach the unpleasant age of 30, I find myself less and less convinced that the unwillingness to grow up, accept this is what you've got, and get the fuck on with it is something which should be celebrated and nurtured.
Well, never mind - as I've probably said before, if you ever emerge from your bedroom, the world isn't going to know your name. And frankly, that isn't the world's problem...
