I guess I took the politeness of teenagers for granted, living on Kwaj. You know, because they know me and know that I will inevitably know their parents at one time or another, they are polite. Respectful. I am polite and respectful in return. We all get along swimmingly.
The teenagers who do not feel they are accountable? Not so nice and polite. Yesterday, td put up a cute little picture on his myspace:
I was happy to see him looking so happy and said as much. I told him that I thought he looked like he was doing one of those Japanese commercials and wrote, “Sugoi! Oishii desu yo!” and thought nothing else of it. I just like to touch base with him every couple of days. I know he doesn’t feel comfortable calling me, so I leave him comments or shoot him a quick line (of e-mail. NOT drugs. Hugs! Not drugs.)
Today, I was looking at the picture again and read one of his friend’s comments. She called me a “Poser Asian” and then wrote, “ANYWAY”. Are you kidding me, senorita “Velvet Revolver”? Just because you are 16 years old and your boyfriend (who you appear to be swallowing whole in your profile picture) just got out of juvenile detention does *NOT* make you a badass.
I shouldn’t have reacted, but I was pissed! I deleted my comment and then wrote to td telling him that I found his friends judgmental and that I was not a poser asian (hey! Did you know that if I change the “s” to “w” in poser, I become a power asian? Woo Hoo! Watch me work!). I am a real Asian. Of the Filipino kind! PINOY! And what is a poser asian, exactly? I know what wiggers are. Does one strive to be a poser asian?
Yet, I recognize this kind of territorial behavior in teenage girls. But. Lean over, because I want to make sure you hear me, princess. I AM HIS STEPMOTHER. I can say whatever the SAM HILL I want to this kid. Unless you are paying his bills? You do not OWN HIM, little girl.
I sincerely doubt one of the kids from the island would have the balls to make a remark like that to my face. Or to my comments. The perceived anonymity of the internet gives these kids false courage. Kind of like alcohol, when I was a teenager.
Cut her off!
Now, I don’t really want to pull out the, “when I was a kid, my momma…” but, LISTEN! When I was a kid? Momma would’ve kicked my ass if I did ANYTHING like that! For reals, tho’. I’m just sayin.
She needs a big slice of ‘humble’ pie, with a side of respect.
*grumble, grumble*
