I do not care for teenagers. I'm not entirely sure I liked my fellow teenagers all that much when I was one, but man do I really kinda hate them now.
Case in point: earlier this evening, my brother and I took our nephew to see his mom perform in this ... school thing. The teachers put on a show to raise money for scholarships or some shit.
We were surrounded by teenagers. Girls to either side of us, a row of boys behind us and an auditorium full of others. The boys behind us yakked the entire goddamn show. It would have been just fine if they'd talked during the breaks, which were long and plentiful (it was opening night). But no, they kept talking during the singing and skits.
Possibly the worst, though, was the jackass who sang along to the Barbra Streisand medley (which didn't really seem like a medley ... I didn't recognize any separate songs, but then again, I don't know a whole lot of Babs's catalog). Badly, I might add. Apparently, my brother heard him say, "It was in The Land Before Time."
Dirty looks didn't shut him up. But an 11-year-old boy turning around and saying "Shut up," with a decidedly Napoleon Dynamite inflection proved to be just the trick. I tried to be all proper and said, "You could have been nicer about it. But good job." He'll be a teenager I actually like, I think.