The State of Our Teens

Hooligans. The lot of them. Pot smoking, pubescent sex having, cyber bullying animals. Savages. I am, naturally, referring to the fact that the girl I tutor, the fruit of my loins (wow, where did that come from? I mean the subject of my intellectual molding) has never watched Centre Stage. 

I know. She has never even heard of it. Who? What? Wear? How does that even happen? I was lost for words and then became very upset. A whole new generation of teens, tweens and pre-menarche chitlings having never seen what is maybe the greatest dance movie of all time.

This is the movie that taught us what the mouse said to the elephant ("Take it all, bitch!"). This is the movie that taught us that even if your feet don't point out properly, you can STILL become a sick ballerina and get offered some sort of scholarship (I never really understood what that last bit was about). This is the movie that taught us that your dance teacher probably also goes to an alternative, highly metropolitan, "street dance" facility where he wear sweatpants that lets everywhere see a distinct outline of his scrotal sacks (I mean, really. It's indecent to have such perfectly formed spheres of love). This is the movie that taught us that ballet can make simulated sex super classy and of great sophistication.

THIS IS THE MOVIE THAT TAUGHT US TO NEVER NAME OUR DAUGHTERS MAUREEN (for two reasons. Firstly, she will become a bitchy bulimic. Secondly, it's a superbly ugly name).

I think I've lost 50% of my faith in the new generation. And I also feel super old.

J