I am aware that no one but my family, friends and a faithful co-worker read this blog, but if there are some teenagers reading this, listen to me: we have a hard time taking you seriously. Especially when you write something. We will scrutinize the shit out of anything you produce because we expect it to suck. You may already know this, but to those who did not, shouldn't that be enough incentive to prove us wrong? I am aware that not all teens are like this. My girl Quinn Sosna-Spear is an established playwright who just graduated from high school. She has been called a prodigy by people that review her shows, and has been paid. Yeah, I know!
The aforementioned genius aside, I stumbled upon a magazine that only helped to further prove my point. It's called Snaps Magazine, and I only discovered it because they were looking for local writers. I found an issue online, and I only had to read the table of contents before I knew this was not the magazine for me. Some of the articles included a column written under the alias "party girl," tips on how to avoid getting your "kickback" "rousted," and what the typical IV girl looks like (skanky, right?). I thought "Okay, college students who want to be heard, I get it. I grew out of that but let's see what they have to say." It soon became obvious to me that these were kids were not co-eds. A quick facebook
The clincher was the writing. I know when it's all opinion, there are little to no rules mandating what is right and what is wrong. But for God's sake, at least have an understanding of the basic rules. Like run-on sentences.
It's not like I enjoy making fun of you. No, I do. I really, really, do. You and your Bieber haircuts and all that angst bottled up inside you. But there's a big part of me hoping that you will prove me wrong. I have done my part trying to tear down the youth stereotypes, but my time is over. I have my own 20-something stereotypes to prove wrong. Well, not right now, because I'm actually perpetuating some, but I have six more years to work on them. Leave me alone. At least I know how to write. Ooh, ya burnt!
Here's a link to see for yourself: This is your future America
Enjoy.
Wow. Those are pretty basic. I thought I was pretty educated when I was in high school and things in that magazine didn't matter to me. They still don't. Hahaa. Thanks for your wittiness!
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