"Who else knows every single thing about music and books and movies but
also knows how to use hash oil but also houses a private, expanding and
infinite constellation of feels and thinks? Nobody! Weirdly, teenage
girls have it the hardest: nobody likes them, because stop shotgunning
one another with loud inconsequentials on the subway, OK? And because
they are messy and self-serious and uncontained and are always, like,
stroking their filthy accessories and iPhone charms in this grossitating
way. I’m a professional girl, and when I am with two or more
teenage babies I feel like they’re going to combust and just period and
period and period all over me. But, but but but, they’re all anybody
thinks about, looks at, looks at with their dinky in their hand, wants
to be, has shit to say about. Teenage girls are as full of secrets as
Gretchen Wieners’ hair but exist at the center of contemporary society,
which is fucked, right?"
^if you liked that paragraph, you will thoroughly enjoy the whole literary gem.
It's one of the best-written and fucking accurate articles I've read in a while.