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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Grrrrowling all the way to the bank

I'm fed up, so I am going to have a public moan, which is unlike me.

I am sick of 'teens with issues'. Right now my brother is dying of cancer, so I don't give a flying f*ck about who said what to upset whom. I don't care that someone's Mum is (gods bless her) trying to make them behave in a civilised manner. I don't give sh*t that X or Y 'can't be bothered', 'don't like' or otherwise doesn't want to act like an adult about stuff.

'Teenagers' were invented in the 50s by cynical marketing people, are maintained to this day by that same mechanism, and in my opinion should be damn well uninvented. I don't agree with paying 'teens' to get an 'education'. If they want an education they would attend regardless. Most of them just want to avoid the world of work and adult responsibility for a couplke more years, and their parents and our swestern society indulge them in this regard. They have unearned disp[osal income and they spend it on crap like tattoos. (Yes, I had a student complaining to nme this week that he couldn't get the new tattoo he wanted because he hadn't yet received his Education Maintenance Allowance). The majority of them are pig thick, arrogant, self-centred little ar*eholes who need a good dose of reality.

There, rant now finished.

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