The reflections of a father after reading some of his teenage daughter’s text messages:
Yet the conversation, such as it was, revealed almost nothing. The only topics were location (at mall/at McDonald’s/at skate park) and mood. Everything is lame. Everyone is lame. Parents, friends, school, any activity. The jokes of the other texter are lame. Lord, is it any wonder that zombies are enjoying a resurgence in pop culture? This generation is the new walking dead, except they lumber away from brains, disdainful of anything that requires thought, passion, participation. He imagines his daughters vacant-eyed, arms stretched in front of them, tottering down the street, moaning: “No brains, no brains.” But still texting, all the while.
~ p. 220, The Most Dangerous Thing by Laura Lippman
Now, I don’t believe that all teenagers fall into this category, but I’ve certainly come across my share of them!