Did you complete your outfit with striped ankle socks and did you have perky flower appliques all over your shorts and matching vest? DID YOU? Well, then.
'Hell Bound'
We're Literary 2: To Read Makes Our Speaking English Good
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
FWIW, I did a little googling and the JAMA article isn't easily gotten at without a subscription. News articles citing it all simplify and none of them offers definitions of terms or even methods. (One did clarify that it was 9th-12th graders only.)
A Massachusetts Youth Risk Survey for 1997 comes up with the same statistic, which is on the slowest server in the world. Ah -- the 2001 survey lists 11% of all respondents (16% of females, 6% of males) as having been "hurt physically or sexually by a date or someone they were going out with" and 10% (14% f, 5% m) have had sexual contact against their will. All this in chapter 5, at
In the same study (chapter 7), 21% of all respondents rarely or never wore seatbelts. And 31% had been in a car where the driver had been drinking within the 30 days prior to the survey. 31%!!
Clearly, it is a miracle that anyone survives adolescence.
I often wore purple corduroy knickerbockers, a matching bolero vest, and a lavender blouse that tied at the neck.
Just call me Little Lord Fauntleroy.
Clearly, it is a miracle that anyone survives adolescence.
And then there are those of us who were boring as hell the perfect children during our adolescence...
Me, too. No social life == no sneaking in after curfew, no drugs, no car accidents... boy, were my parents unprepared for my younger brother.
Betsy, you were just indulging your turn for vintage fashions at an early age.
In the 1970s I did have a cool pair of purple striped bell-bottoms, in polyester. The tights and shorts outfit was all about Doc Martens and thrift store cashmere cardigans, however.
Yeah, in the 1970s I'm sure I had bell bottoms too. But considering I was in kindergarten, nobody holds that against me.
I survived adolescence by hiding in the library. There is very little drinking or unprotected sex in libraries (although there's a fair proportion of exhibitionists), and no cars at all.
Confession: I almost never wore tights. Uncomfortable things, on me.
1920's vintage dresses and 1940's menswear, a la Lauren Bacall. That was me.
And antique kimonos.
No social life == no sneaking in after curfew, no drugs, no car accidents... boy, were my parents unprepared for my younger brother.
Betsy is me. Then came college, and gaming until all hours. Even saw snow in New Orleans because I didn't get in until 5:30 a.m. one night.
I not only hid in the library, I worked there. Mmmm, books. Like being a morphine addict employed in a pharmacy.