i haven’t had much time to sit down and really delve into my site recently. i’m drowing in the most superficial of matters and i cannot seem to claw my way out of this tangled heap. to rise above it all — as any good proverb might suggest. i see younger people around me trying to be part of a life that so closely resembles dawson’s creek, when it is anything but. eighteen years of this horse dung has gotten me thinking: why the hell do these little girls want to be so old? i know it appears cynical on my part as an individual who is oh-so slowly maturing into “adulthood,” but there is much to say about little girls in tight pants.

i work in retail — at a female clothing store to be exact. so it is very credible of me to say that i see dozens to hundreds of girls daily walking in and out of the store at which i stand around doing almost nothing. the majority of them look for hot pants and extremely leg-binding jeans… and i’m talking thirteen- to sixteen-year-olds. now when i reminisce about myself at that age, i can honestly say that i did not care that much about my appearance. sure, i tried to look nice on the certain day, but nice is entirely different from sexy or seductive. you’re friggin’ fourteen! you should be watching G-rated movies at the mall with your minor crushes and getting home at around 10:00 PM, not wandering around the streets of downtown in attire suitable for prostitutes, leaning over tables and exposing your barely-there cleavage.

i’m sure there are intelligeny teenagers out there still, just like there were during my adolescent time in the sun. however, i never see them around anymore. have they been locked up and shackled by these oppressive, clique-y teens who so eagerly want to be older than they really are?

the hierarchy of teenage girls nowadays baffles me. i search for reasons behind this suburban phenomenon only to find teen role models like britney spears bobbing around in my mind.