I don't really think kids care much these days - they just tell you to f*** off.
What I was really into as a kid, anything that drove my mother crazy or made her nervous, and not much has changed.
The fifties were when people started coming down on "juvenile delinquents," "hoodlums," "vandals"--anybody that was young, wore a motorcycle jacket, and didn't act polite around older people.
They were angry, I thought. Horrified. These teenagers, with their hormones, making out beneath a video broadcasting the shattered voice of a former father.
I loved being a troublemaker. At Santa Monica High, I would smoke on campus, go barefoot, anything.
When I was in seventh grade my mom caught me smoking cigarettes and punished me by making me smoke the entire carton. All it did was piss me off because I was out of cigarettes.
The joy of the young is to disobey
Youth to itself rebels, though none else near.
How old are you?” she asked. My answer was automatic and ingrained. “Seventeen.” “And how long have you been seventeen?” I tried not to smile at the patronizing tone. “A while,” I admitted. “Okay,” she said, abruptly enthusiastic. She smiled up at me.
What are you doing here, honey? You're not even old enough to know how bad life gets." (...) "Obviously, Doctor," she said, "you've never been a thirteen-year-old girl.
You always rebel what your parents want you to listen to.
Nothing is more characteristically juvenile than contempt for juvenility. . . youth's characteristic chronological snobbery.
Tory a father isn’t supposed to fear his fourteen-year-old daughter. That being sad, you terrify me.
There's a moment in time where kids really don't want to hear anything from their parents.
You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back. You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.
It happens to many teenagers-that moment when you feel full of resentment or distrust for those adults you once loved unquestioningly.
I was the girl in the black leather jacket with the black fingernails, picked up after school by guys with loud cars and motorcycles. I carried straight-A grades, but I had a little trouble with rules. I tended to have a bit of an authority problem.
Teenage rebellion is for suburban schoolchildren. Get over it.
I probably lived more of a rock-star life when I was 15. I got in trouble a fair amount. I cared more about hanging out and skipping school than studying. Which I am not recommending teenagers do if they read this.
My parents wouldn't let me listen to 'American Idiot.' So it felt very rebellious to go over to my friend's house after school and listen to it in secrecy.
It's as if once you hit high school, you're programmed, like a robot, to be an asshole to your parents.
Adolescence is usually typified by an unanswerable combination of innocence and insolence.
It's a real smug self-righteous punk kid saying nobody has the right to tell him what to do and how dare you put a sign up saying that I can't go on your property?
What do you mean? Grace Brisbane, you do not mean that you're not going back home again. Tell me that this was just because you were momentarily angry at them for grounding you. Or even tell me it's because you could not live without The Boy's stunning Boyfruits for another night. But don't tell me you think it's forever!
I'm a teen distortion, survived abortion.
