Oh, She's Only Seventeen

by Rachel Lynch in

Sometimes I feel like our culture is the emotional equivalent of eating nothing but candy bars — you get malnourished and tired. We are growing up in a world in which the surface of the thing is infinitely more important than its substance. Not that I can really pretend I’m doing anything to be any diffrent, to the contrary, I’m doing nothing but adding to this blase/adult world. Yet, I realize I’m still very young, and I would suggest that if you grow up trying constantly to be an adults, a successful adult, you will be sick of being grown up by the time you’re old enough to drink.