PJ Vogt

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I don't miss much about being a teenager, but one thing I do sometimes miss is just how fun it was to be a teenage zealot. The world at the turn of the millennium seemed to my eyes so deserving of skepticism. The war on terror, bullshit. The oil companies, they were bad. My suburb, maybe worse than both of them.

I don't miss much about being a teenager, but one thing I do sometimes miss is just how fun it was to be a teenage zealot. The world at the turn of the millennium seemed to my eyes so deserving of skepticism. The war on terror, bullshit. The oil companies, they were bad. My suburb, maybe worse than both of them.

I don't miss much about being a teenager, but one thing I do sometimes miss is just how fun it was to be a teenage zealot. The world at the turn of the millennium seemed to my eyes so deserving of skepticism. The war on terror, bullshit. The oil companies, they were bad. My suburb, maybe worse than both of them.

George W. Bush was obviously the worst president America was ever going to have, assuming it even survived him. I think I thought then that most of the adults I knew had just been compromised somehow. It almost felt like maybe adulthood itself corrupted you. Something about corporate jobs or paying taxes or maybe an actual invisible toxin in the suburban air muddied your vision.

George W. Bush was obviously the worst president America was ever going to have, assuming it even survived him. I think I thought then that most of the adults I knew had just been compromised somehow. It almost felt like maybe adulthood itself corrupted you. Something about corporate jobs or paying taxes or maybe an actual invisible toxin in the suburban air muddied your vision.

George W. Bush was obviously the worst president America was ever going to have, assuming it even survived him. I think I thought then that most of the adults I knew had just been compromised somehow. It almost felt like maybe adulthood itself corrupted you. Something about corporate jobs or paying taxes or maybe an actual invisible toxin in the suburban air muddied your vision.

So you lost the X-ray teenage clarity me and my friends all had. That's how I saw it then. Today, in theory, I think both sides have a piece of the truth, the young and the not-so-young. But when I meet actual teenagers, I will admit I'm kind of astounded by their withering skepticism, their oracular pronouncements about what's bullshit and what's cringe. Was I really like this?

So you lost the X-ray teenage clarity me and my friends all had. That's how I saw it then. Today, in theory, I think both sides have a piece of the truth, the young and the not-so-young. But when I meet actual teenagers, I will admit I'm kind of astounded by their withering skepticism, their oracular pronouncements about what's bullshit and what's cringe. Was I really like this?

So you lost the X-ray teenage clarity me and my friends all had. That's how I saw it then. Today, in theory, I think both sides have a piece of the truth, the young and the not-so-young. But when I meet actual teenagers, I will admit I'm kind of astounded by their withering skepticism, their oracular pronouncements about what's bullshit and what's cringe. Was I really like this?

Is it possible they see me as out of touch? Corny? But I think that's why every year I become a little more astonished by high school teachers. These people who stand up in front of a somewhat hostile audience day after day and just try to convince them to care about whatever the evolving adult agenda is.