David Attenborough should do a wildlife show on teenage humans

[TulipsInbloom1]

First hand experience of the current evolution of the teenage human in the nearby pridelands Nandos

Female teens exhibit confidence and self control. Male teens gather in huddles and cast furtive eyes at female teens. All wear trainers and skinny joggers. The females appear older in looks than the males, however when they vocalise they reveal their true levels of maturity.

The only conversation is done via eye contact. Until one, the loudest female, calls out "Can she have your snapchat?" whilst gesturing at another female. Only the most confident and tallest of the males is welcome to respond.

Snapchats are exchanged. They each return to their packs. The male and the female who have exchanged information begin to snapchat one another. The most confident of the females calls out in mocking tones to her female friend who is snapchatting to attempt to shame her and make her blush.

Eventually the packs go their separate ways without a backwards glance.

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Dh and I sat there agog. And we arent even that old. Is this the situation these days?

Here you go, OP:

Brilliant idea. He wouldn't even need to be disguised since from what I've observed, they rarely glance away from their screens and don't appear to recognise the spoken word as I (on my mobility scooter) shout increasingly loudly 'EXCUSE ME' until I come to a halt and they collide with my scooter.

Yes I think he (and anyone over he age of 30) would be invisible to the naked teen eye. Full immersion into the rituals, vocabulary, etc.

I'm 35. I'm relatively tech savvy. I use Instagram, I understand hashtags etc. I can format a word document to look like a civilised document.
But snapchat... who the fuck knows what that's about?
What happened to pulling inappropriate boys in nightclubs?

He'd not have much fun with the teens from round here.
We had old friends over last night and got a little merry round the kitchen table, started reminiscing about our own teens back in the 80s. Today's teens stood in s corner sipping Smirnoff Ice and looking most disgusted when a friend said they used to call me Eleven because that was my average vodka tonic count per night.
And the teens round here have congregated at an 18th party tonight, DD had a text from the birthday boy earlier....could she bring her Nintendo controller thingies. I'm quite sure this isn't some secret code.
It don't seem right to me.