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          Another Friday! Another beginning to a busy weekend. This Sunday is very special for CoupleDumb because it is Lee’s sisters birthday so HAPPY BIRTHDAY AIDI! O.K., she’ll stop reading now and we can move on to our topic of the week which is adolescents.  You know those darlings from ages 13-19 who are so fun and exciting. Now, if you’re a parent to one of those darlings then you know damn well that teenagers are some sort of scourge on the planet. What? Too much?


          Lee says: Let’s face it, we have all been teenagers. Unless of course you are reading this and you are 12 years of age or younger and to you I say ‘Stop reading this because we say fuck and stuff your parents should be teaching you and not some total strangers’. I became a teenager right before the 80s. So imagine me, cute, preppy with shoulder pads. Yeah, that was me briefly in the 80s.


          Then came me at 17 where I shaved my head and popped a bunch a holes in my ear while watching the last season of ‘Happy Days’. Hey, if you had seen the last season of ‘Happy Days’ you would have popped holes in your ears too. I went to Goodwill and bought a whole new used wardrobe and finally allowed myself to express my rebellion. After 12 years of oppressive Catholic education, I was gonna be me! Sure, I went to a Catholic University but trust me when I say, no one noticed me there. Plus, since most of my pals at school were Jewish, it obviously wasn’t as oppressive as grade school and high school.


          What was my mother and father’s reaction to this transformation? How do you say freaked the fuck out minus the obscenities? Yeah, my Mom and Dad decided I had lost my mind and every time they saw me, they would emit a tssk noise or roll their eyes. That’s when they were being passive-aggressive but their normal modus operandi is aggressive-aggressive so I was subjected to screaming, lectures and look what you’re doing to me’s. Did this affect me? Sure it did! I just insisted on being me even more.


          I remember the thought processes. ‘Mommy hates this jacket that I wear. I think I’ll buy another one just like it.’ I was more independent now. I was still living at home and going to Loyola Marymount which was 16 miles away (but almost an hour with L.A. traffic). I was there all day. I had a job on campus. I had my own money. I was spreading my wings only to come home to hear my parents give me shit and try to clip my new feathers.


          As the Mom now, I am very aware of this and watch my 17 year old. I have not done a 180 and become a permissive parent. However, with things like hair, earrings and clothing, I support whatever she wants to do (mind you she chooses things that will not compromise her like leaving a booby out so I have no problem). I encourage her to express herself and have, on more than one occasion, helped her dye her hair.


          I realize that she is not me and I am not her. Her image is her own and the world’s reaction to her does not reflect on me. I realize my parents reacted to my transformation as a personal affront to their form of parenting (old fashioned fascism). They assumed my change was a complete rebellion to everything they had taught me and not just a normal process of differentiating myself from them. Differentiation is the most important thing a teen does and is necessary for a healthy adulthood. This is where they say ‘I am not my parents’ and they may follow that up with moving away or becoming the antithesis of who you, as the parent, thought they were.


          Our kid is different and we are fine with it. She wants to go far away when she graduates from High School and that’s fine too. We live by a certain philosophy: If you love someone set them free. If they leave, cut off their money and don’t send them gifts. 
 

          Paul says: The ironic part of differentiation is that, as they make the statement that they are different then their parent, they simultaneously become their parents. My children will ultimately become (at least in part) me. Ok. Now I’m scared. I have to go get my shit together.

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          It’s Thursday where we usually talk about coupling whether through marriage or long term partnership. Generally, we like writing Thursday since it embodies everything that CoupleDumb is about. It is the one day of the week where we usually share intimate details about our past experiences as a married couple. However, this week we are talking about adolescents and the idea of delving into the dysfunction of a teenage relationship makes us throw up in our mouths. But, we are committed or should be after this week.


          Lee says: Someone once said that Paul and I together were the blind leading the blind. We were both in our early 20s, very inexperienced (virgins~eek!) and had low self esteems. We did not meet in our teens nor did we have any relationships in our teenage years that would even register as a blip on the meter barring stalking from afar and fantasies. The person, who was bitter and nasty, was not wrong but what she failed to see was that we had focus and vision.


          Teenage relationships are less the blind leading the blind and more the blind leading the histrionic. In this circumstance, I will focus on opposite sex relationships but the generalities still hold. Boys and girls are very similar in terms of sexuality. The difference is how we enculturate them. Boys receive blatant and subtle messages which tell them that being overtly sexual is normal. They are told by their peers, male role models and the media that their one purpose in life is to get laid. Their behavior is unconsciously excused and chalked up to hormones and that teenage sex drive.


          Adolescent girls are a different animal in society. They are taught to be coy, pretend they are not interested in sexual activity, even though they are also feeling the hormones and such and their primary goal is to create relationship. Today, you need to add the extra layer of overt sexuality that girls are subjected to in the media which encourages them to mature faster than they need to. We have always had teenage heart throbs. I myself had a very sexy picture of John Travolta on my closet. I, however, did not call him sexy (which he was), unlike my 10 year old niece who referred to Justin Beiber as ‘smoking hot’. I didn’t know what that meant and obviously she doesn’t either since, at most, the kid is cute. However, the language of the girls today demand those kinds of sexual monikers while the subconscious figures out what the terms finally mean. Their induction into sexual beings is not conscious but driven by subconscious curiosity.


          So you take these two and pair them up into couples like Noah’s Dance Party and what do you have? Drama. What we know about the adolescent brain is that they are poor decision makers when they are faced with peer pressure. We know that you can talk until you are blue in the face and that won’t make a bit of difference during these times if their peers tell them otherwise. What we know is that a kid can promise they will stay virgins and they will drop their panties at the same rate as someone who never gave the promise. The problem with that is that the promise makers tend to forget protection and 82% of them also forget they made the promise in the first place. So conflicted, driven, confused, pressured, the adolescent presents as a hot mess.


          The most we can do as parents is teach them to have good friends. This is something we do before they enter the crazy part of adolescents’ and prior to growth spurts, periods and peer groups mean everything to them. You know, that moment between where you are still reading them bed time stories and calling the exorcist. 


              Paul says: There has never been a time in my life when I understood the adolescent relationship. As a teen it eluded me as I stood on the figurative dock and watched the ship sail away. This was the adolescent love boat and I was the guy that missed the boat, maybe meeting up in the Bahamas but probably not.


          As an adult, I have learned something about statistics and scientific method and can now study my confusion like the good scholar that I am. Get back to me in 20 years or so and maybe I’ll have some answers then.

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p1300003 300x225 Hell is full of adolescent girls (but they work there)Lee and I love our children, contrary to popular opinion. We spend a lot of time with them, both quality and the other type. But I am not so certain that we like kids in concept. They have a unique blend of smelly and annoying that may change over the years but doesn’t go away until it is sandblasted away with the cynical pressures of life.  So that is why I was approaching Jeannie’s small gathering of female friends,  five adolescent girls coming over to celebrate Jeannie’s birthday, with the same dread that OJ Simpson should have when he meets Saint Peter.

Here’s how the evening went:

4:30 First friend arrives. Lee turned to me and said “I love you” then laughed as the girls began to sing 9 in the afternoon on Rockband.

4:35 : Eye of the Tiger- they changed octaves in the middle of the song.  The tippy tap of the drum is off beat.  Oh sweet death take me now.

4:45 Ricky, our 2 year old, grabbed the keys and tried to leave.

4:55 Lee tells me to fuck off. Apparently, Mrs. Funnypants has lost her sense of humor.

6:30 All of the girls are here now. Jeannie informs me that there are 84 song levels in this game. They are on number 22. Oddly enough, that is the same level of hell that I’m on.

7:45 Cutting the cake because boys want it.  See the picture of Ricky above. 

8:00 They stop to eat. Rockband is done and now they are talking around the table. I fear it is just a changing of the demon in my Dante like nightmare.

9:33 The line, “How can you let someone else clean your pipes?” catches our attention. Lee laughs. I do a Google search for chastity belts.

9:39 Mommy approves of the friend with the potty mouth.  Opinionated.  Funny.

9:46 Paul figured out that Jeannie and posse are in training for bitch weekends.  Just a few drinks, cigarettes and more explicit sex talk and, voila, Bitch Weekend.*

10:12 All of Jeannie’s friends except one are blind.

11:20 All of the girls but one, who will be spending the night, have left. Jeannie is still talking at high speed. As the girls retire for the night, I can still hear the chittering.

With the exception of Rockband, which was like having my ears scooped out with a molten spoon, the evening was less painful than expected.  When I think back to the table talk, a kind of parental melancholia comes over me. Listening to my daughter, I hear my wife’s voice with all of the sharp wit and clever retorts, and I know that she is crossing through the insane wonderland mirror into adulthood.   Funny, I might not like children but I hate the idea of my baby becoming a woman.

Oh hum.

Lee says: I also dreaded the evening.  Yes I was a teenage girl a long time ago but even then I knew we were annoying as hell.  What made me happy was that Jeannie has nice friends who are funny.  They weren’t talking about guys or the school skank.  They had random topics that sparked funny observations.  Yes she is 16 now but that doesn’t mean she needs to be boy crazy.  I know she has a couple of guys who like her but she seems more interested in being a little girl still and that’s just fine by me. 

*(Bitch Weekends are the occasional times I get to play with my friends.  We usually end up at Lina’s apartment and spend hours drinking, smoking and talking shit until the wee hours.  If you are a woman reading this, you know women have some intense conversations.  Imagine that same conversations with a group of friends who are so tight they have no issue with being called my bitches, just like I am theirs.  Where my bitches at?)

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