Ok, well that's not entirely true—I've seen plenty of pimple-faced punks walking the streets of Manhattan, but there is also an astonishing number of teens who look like this.
I caught these two stylish chicks outside their field trip to the Tenement Museum. Skinny jeans, Keds, leather jackets, motorcycle boots, chic buns, over-sized shades—they literally are too cool for school! I think I'm going to add this to my Things That Should Be Illegal list: 16 year-olds that dress better than I do. These girls will never experience the pain and anguish of having to go on Accutane because there's not a spot on their face that isn't covered with a bright red crater oozing with puss. And I bet they'll never know the mortification of the cutest guy in school making an announcement to the class about their bleached fuzzy upper lip because their mom thought they were too young to start waxing. (I'm pretty sure Vajazzling is a rite of passage for 13 year-old Manhattanites.) And I seriously doubt they'll attend one Homecoming dance without a date.
Right, I'm not bitter. I'd like to think my awkward phase was character-building or some such, but looking back, all I see is a period of my life I'd like to forget. Ohh and remember this post I wrote about Upper East Side teens plotting a way to find clean prostitutes in Europe? These kids scare the shit out of me!
What about you: Did you go through an awkward phase? What were your teenage years like?
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