i wonder how they do it these days. being a teenager was so much simpler when i was one. we studied, we had crushes, we sighed and went mushy with romantic songs, we giggled when we caught the right boy staring for just one extra minute.
or was that just boring old me?
i exchanged books and cassettes with the object of my affection, not weirdly spelled texts. how dated.
the girls seem to be getting spunkier and somehow more 'with it'. feet on the ground and all that. i am biased of course, being the mother of a girl.
as for the boys... i see the boys with their carefully put together nonchalant looks and gelled spiked hair. their jeans that start as low as they possibly can. their flippant and careless use of mobile phones, outdone only by their irreverence for grammar.
and i think very soon my daughter's going to want to go out with one of them. god give me courage.
or was that just boring old me?
i exchanged books and cassettes with the object of my affection, not weirdly spelled texts. how dated.
the girls seem to be getting spunkier and somehow more 'with it'. feet on the ground and all that. i am biased of course, being the mother of a girl.
as for the boys... i see the boys with their carefully put together nonchalant looks and gelled spiked hair. their jeans that start as low as they possibly can. their flippant and careless use of mobile phones, outdone only by their irreverence for grammar.
and i think very soon my daughter's going to want to go out with one of them. god give me courage.
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