The Mystery of our time: Teenage Girls.

My friends (the female ones obviously) and I are teenage girls, and to be completely honest, I don't really understand them or myself. What we are to boys and adults I would hate to know. But this might help everybody decipher the mystery.

There's obviously the weight issue, which is big with anyone (no pun intended). Well, it's not so much about the 'weight' itself it's about the amount of 'fat' on their bodies. Whether their stomachs are bigger than everybody else's becomes the latest craze, and of course, they cannot be satisfied unless theirs is the biggest. This will gradually become something that the girl will become very self-conscious of, and will probably turn to dieting or just not eating. When one girl falls into these thoughts and feelings, a domino effect quickly begins. Even the stick insects decide they've got too much meat on their bones. This is where the girls either decide that they were clearly being stupid, or it becomes a serious problem. Self-confidence issues can kill people. To any teenage girl who is reading this I would like to say, be sensible, don't worry about what everybody thinks because inside, they'll be facing similar if not the same issues as you.

Fashion is a major part of any girls upbringing. It starts off with the clothes that they will happily wear as a child, the ones that you see their mums picking out for them, whilst they're sat in the aisle playing with their Barbie. When one girl at school has chosen the clothes herself though, a nightmare ensues. The begging of the parents has started, tantrums, crying over pieces of fabric, and all just to look like a clone of someone else. I expect this is the most annoying part of parenthood to be frank. These young girls lives have quickly signed over to be enslaved by this obsession. By teenage-hood the girls will either have gained some sense, or will be found somewhere in a crowd of clones.

My next two points are very closely related, so they can be put into one sub-category of interests. This includes music and hobbies. I will address each point separately, but will not go into as much detail as with the above points. So, everybody has different music tastes, whether it's R n' B (I love being able to write 'and' like that, I feel so cool. Unless it's Fish n' Chips), Pop, Jazz, Rock, you get my point, it'd take too much brain power to write all the genres, but yes, basically everybody likes different music. But as a teenager, you're expected to have the same tastes and listen to the same songs as everybody else. Of course though, it could never be simple, tastes change. You have to learn to "go with the flow. Brap mate." the easiest way to do this is to listen to the radio, as you need to know the lyrics if you want to stand anywhere near being cool. But, the story didn't end there (sorry, I couldn't do a blog without any reference to theme parks), as the girls age again, having the same music tastes as everybody else is seen as being un-individual, and now that isn't cool. You are however still expected to like the same artists as everybody else of course, no less could be expected of you.

Finally, we're onto part two of this sub-category, hobbies. To me, the hobbies that anybody takes part in shows their true character, they may look like a tough bully but if people knew he did ballet would anybody take him seriously? No. It reminds of the song 'Stick To The Status Quo' from 'High School Musical'. They're allowed to have their own hobbies, well what I mean is that they're not expected to follow what everybody else is doing. Of course, they're also looked down on if they do anything that is in the slightest uncool. So, in essence uncool girls are expected to have no life and have no fun. Wow, I didn't actually realise just how twisted it was.

Wow. Looking back on that, I'm amazed that I've actually managed to write something slightly philosophical. But in seriousness, these are the women of the next generation, all of this needs to stop, so we don't have confidence-ridden doctors or managers or other careers. I find it a very sad conclusion to the piece. I was hoping to have a humourous ending, but that's clearly not going to be so.

Until next time, Cheerio.

If you didn't get the theme park reference, watch this video to enlighten yourselves. Watching it from about 2:30 should do the trick. http://towersnerd.com/theatre/?video=15