When I was being bullied as The Fat Kid, there was a part of me that would have leapt at the chance to erase my body and replace it with a different one. But there was also a part of me that deeply resented the suggestion that I should have to change myself to fit in.

Jan 7, 2014 at 3:00pm | 216 comments

I’ve been on a teen angst KICK lately, people. The 90s throwback got me…
Maybe we feed on misery because sometimes, it’s the best way to actually feel something, and this might be the most depressing point that “Heathers” has to make.
At least there was no Willow/Madmartigan erotica in this one. God knows where that ended up.
Not to get all cane-shaking about it, but what do the disaffected youth watch today, without a young Christian Slater to be the smirking antihero who shows them how to defy authority and destroy everything?
my so-called life
I can’t get through a single episode without crying, welling up from the opening credits though each scene, emotions coming in waves off a collectively unconscious teenage ocean.
teen angst
The other night I decided to take a trip down memory lane with my old Xanga and MySpace accounts. Before I knew it, I was sucked into the black hole of my teenage angst.
Inspired by the embarrassing diaries many of us maintained throughout our youth.
boarding school
What if you knew Friday night was going to be your last night of freedom? Even worse: What if you didn't?