Move over, sophisticated twenty-somethings, there's a new breed in town: the teenager. The hell, you say? But 20 is the new 30, right? Well, yeah, but apparently so are the late teens. Today's crop of 18/19 year old girls seem to be everywhere the savvy 20something wants to be.
From the hot little 20 year old guy at the grocery to the almost 30 guy in the next cube over, it seems every available man has himself the season's hottest new accessory: the myspace-loving, acne-suffering orange faced teen.
This is a special breed of girl, of course. And it's unfair to simply call them teens, because, my dears, they are so much less than that. With their fake and bakes and their drugstore foundation slathered on with paint knives, these kids are simply put, a pain in the ass. Take my friend Katie for example. Now Katie-lady's been scamming at the local foodery (as Mr. Burns would say-- hey we're embracing our age here, people!) and she's found a tasty young thing -- but not too young. The problem? He has himself a teenage terrror. Another friend has a coworker who seems to be her perfect match, if only he weren't dating ten years below the curve! At least in her case, the TT happens to be hip and wear her makeup properly. Poor Katie doesn't even have the luxury of saying "well, look at her complexion!".
So what's the deal, here? Why is it that suddenly the sexually savvy intelligent woman is finding herself pushed aside for a not so hot younger piece of.. you know? And ladies, if it's already happening to us now, just think about what's going to happen in 20 years?
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