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...
Zoe: What's that, sir? Mal: Freedom, is what. Zoe: No, I meant what's that? Mal: Oh. Yeah. Just step around it. I think something must've been living in here.
'Out Of Gas'
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."
Consuela - Dec 03, 2003 10:13:13 am PST #25 of 10002
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Betsy HP - Dec 03, 2003 10:13:41 am PST #26 of 10002
If I only had a brain...
Me, too. No social life == no sneaking in after curfew, no drugs, no car accidents... boy, were my parents unprepared for my younger brother.
flea - Dec 03, 2003 10:14:30 am PST #27 of 10002
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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.
Nutty - Dec 03, 2003 10:17:35 am PST #28 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
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.
deborah grabien - Dec 03, 2003 10:21:14 am PST #29 of 10002
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
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.
Fred Pete - Dec 03, 2003 10:21:54 am PST #30 of 10002
Ann, that's a ferret.
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.
Betsy HP - Dec 03, 2003 10:22:19 am PST #31 of 10002
If I only had a brain...
I not only hid in the library, I worked there. Mmmm, books. Like being a morphine addict employed in a pharmacy.
P.M. Marc - Dec 03, 2003 10:28:46 am PST #32 of 10002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I worked in the library.
I dated outside of my school circle, though. And did bad things, natch.
Kat - Dec 03, 2003 10:29:17 am PST #33 of 10002
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
Nutty, thanks for the cites! It's interesting and depressing. The 31% of teens who got into a car with someone who drank in the previous 30 days seems low low low to me.
Vortex - Dec 03, 2003 10:32:56 am PST #34 of 10002
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
And 31% had been in a car where the driver had been drinking within the 30 days prior to the survey. 31%!!
well, if the driver was drinking 30 days ago, wouldn't it be safe now? (cause that's how I originally read the sentence)