A lot of my friends complain about about the “youth”, how they dress and talk and stuff like that. I always found that odd, because i for example had either a bleached blonde mushroom haircut or bleach blonde spiked up hair. Paired with a way too big fubu shirt and weird baggy pants. They weren’t jinkos, but very close.
I have no ground to stand on when i make fun of young people and i know that. Why don’t my friends remember how ridiculous we were at 14?
If they’re like some of my family, they see the lived-in familiarity of their youth as “quirky” in contrast to the unfamiliarity of today’s youth which is “bizarre”. They eased into the bizareness of being a child over time, whereas they are getting dropped in the deep end when they encounter children now.
It’s all silly. Everyone is quirky and weird on some level. Some are just more open and honest about it than others and successive generations have been pushing more to be themselves.
In the 2000s my brother asked our grandma to wrap a gift for his crush. She wrote something like “You’re quite the foxy young lady” and that was a good day for laughs.
It’s easy to say that brainrot is a new thing but can any 90s kid argue that this isn’t the same
A lot of my friends complain about about the “youth”, how they dress and talk and stuff like that. I always found that odd, because i for example had either a bleached blonde mushroom haircut or bleach blonde spiked up hair. Paired with a way too big fubu shirt and weird baggy pants. They weren’t jinkos, but very close.
I have no ground to stand on when i make fun of young people and i know that. Why don’t my friends remember how ridiculous we were at 14?
If they’re like some of my family, they see the lived-in familiarity of their youth as “quirky” in contrast to the unfamiliarity of today’s youth which is “bizarre”. They eased into the bizareness of being a child over time, whereas they are getting dropped in the deep end when they encounter children now.
It’s all silly. Everyone is quirky and weird on some level. Some are just more open and honest about it than others and successive generations have been pushing more to be themselves.
In the 2000s my brother asked our grandma to wrap a gift for his crush. She wrote something like “You’re quite the foxy young lady” and that was a good day for laughs.
Who needs a wingman when you have a wingnan?