The Day my Kid Went Punk
So this showed up in my Twitter feed the other day:
I find the description especially disturbing: “What do you do when your bright, loveable, talented kid turns into a punker overnight?” The implication is that “punkers” are anything but bright, loveable or talented. Instead, they are just angry balls of bad clothing, bad hair, and bad attitude.
We just love to pigeonhole people.
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