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6/30/09

What! Edward Cullen Couldn't Stop A Cab?


It seems two weeks ago “Twilight” star Robert Pattinson was hit by a taxi while running from a group of crazed teen fans. Luckily, his jelly-starched five foot hair wasn’t harmed during the accident. However, the fact that ‘Eddie Boy’ couldn’t seem to stop a cab after bashing his fist into a speeding van raises questions. His responses in recent interviews have been reduced to incoherent gibberish at best leaving one to ponder, “Is the glittering vampire chronically stoned or is he just loosing his edge”?



Thanks Mr. Sparkles, you made my day!

Talking Sex With Teens

Unlike most of the households with teenagers that I know, in my house sex is a topic for open discussion. But then again, I don’t think my parents are your typical prudish patriarchs who would never dare to utter “such a word” around their teenagers.

My dad told me when he was growing up that the topic of sex was taboo with his parents, so he just learned about it from his friends at school. Knowing my grandparents like I do I can certainly believe that was true. What my grandparents didn’t know at the time was that my dad was already sexually active and probably knew more than they did about sex. Although that was over twenty years ago and my grandparents were extremely naïve, the point of the matter still holds true today – communication between teenagers and their parents regarding sex is far too often kept quiet, ignored or totally disregarded altogether.

A good friend of mine, who shall remain nameless, lives in an extremely strict household. Her parents hardly ever allow her out anywhere and when they do she has a very strict curfew. Sex has never been discussed by either of her parents, and she says if she even approaches the subject with her mother she is met with a rather harsh dismissal as if her questions or opinions just don’t matter. What her parents don’t know about her is that she had already lost her virginity at the wee age of thirteen and was having sex before she had to be home for curfew.

Well, it seems one day not too long ago my mother and I were having a conversation when the issues with my friend arose. It seems my mother knew her mother in high school and I was shocked to find out how sexually promiscuous her mother was back then. In other words, she got around a lot and was even given a pet name by a group of high school boys which I can not mention on this blog. I was thinking that my friend would probably be absolutely mortified to find out this juicy piece of information except that I feel that it is not my place to tell her.

I can certainly understand why my friend's mother feels the need to keep her past a secret; however, dismissing the subject of sex was a mistake that I feel cost my friend her virginity in the first place. She couldn’t get the answers she was looking for from her parents, so she went out looking for them elsewhere. So, what I'm trying to say is this, parents, if you are reading this you should have learned something by now! If you’re not talking to your kids about sex, trust me, their going to hear about from someone else. That someone may or may not be knowledgeable or even truthful for that matter. I know it is a difficult subject matter but in the end you have to ask yourself one question, “Do you want your kids to learn about sex from you, or a stranger”?

Monetizing Michael


The King of Pop is gone leaving behind numerous questions that continue to unfold surrounding his life and death. The only certainty that exists is that his legacy will surely be pimped out to the highest bidder. With the sea of debt currently drowning his estate possibly the biggest question looming, “Is Michael Jackson worth more dead than alive”? Regardless of how distasteful it may sound, if the Elvis Presley saga is any indication then the answer is an astounding YES!!!

Reports of his passing were barely breaking news when record stores were already reporting sale outs of their entire stocks of Michael Jackson albums as well as memorabilia. The ink on his death certificate is not even dry, and the vultures are already circling - lying in wait for their piece of the action. As the $$dollar signs$$ radiate from their pupils and the cash registers in their minds ring cha-ching, the last question that ultimately remains, “Will the Mighty Plastic One Really Rest in Peace”?

6/29/09

C.C. Dupree & Me

Well, it’s official. I’ve been wanting to start this blog for a long time, so here it is. Welcome to the insane insights of true life as it really is for teens and young adults.

Please allow me to introduce my alter ego. My real name I choose to keep anonymous. I will be referred only as C.C. Dupree at least for now. It’s not that I don’t find myself interesting enough, but actually I think some people may plot to kill me if they ever read this blog. You see, anonymity can be liberating when you are the observer. Being a person of few spoken words can be advantageous when you’re observing the behavior of others.

It’s not that I enjoy revealing the secrets of others or even my own for that matter; however, I think that there is somehow a lesson to be learned in everything we see and do. I find that a diary seen only by my own eyes is far too boring and not at all beneficial to others. Even my own mistakes, embarrassing as they may be, may somehow help others not to do the same.

Now, why have I titled this blog, “Youth-Disturbed”? You ask! It’s simply because there is something a little disturbing in all of us. It may be as subtle as the most popular girl in school who seems to have an ever changing breast size day-to-day (props to Charmin Ultra) or as in-your-face as a teenage drag queen who wears bright yellow latex pants who you can softly hear whispering the lyrics to “I Feel Like a Woman”.

Regardless, we all have some degree of idiosyncrasies which only serve to make us human. It is my intention with this blog to give you a look inside your own humanity, to dissect it and put it under a microscope and then go away feeling like you’ve actually learned something.