This post is going to be uncharacteristically short because I am very tired, my bed is calling and if I don't fall asleep soon then I might actually do some homework (plus I made seven typos in the first five words of this sentence. Bad sign).
Essentially, I was walking down to the corner shop this afternoon, admittedly wearing no makeup, looking knackered and wearing a very baggy hoodie. But I do not think that this was quite scary enough for the woman walking up the road towards me to look up, blanch and hastily cross the road, only to cross back after I had walked past. I had half a mind to walk up to the presumptive bint and ask her what he problem was, but felt that this wouldn't be helping my case much.
And my case is this: -
1. Yes, I wear hoodies. Why? Well, because actually it was raining quite hard, and since umbrellas seem to be allergic to me, I had no other means of keeping dry.
2. Yes, I looked rough, but I wasn't feeling my best and was being forced to nip down to the shop to buy bread.
3. Yes, I am a teenager. No, not a criminal, chav or hooligan. Teenager. There is a difference. Learn it.
Now please, adults, stop stereotyping us. I don't assume you're a boring, lifeless twerp because you're wearing a suit, do I? So please don't assume that because I'm wearing a hoodie, I'm a delinquent. Cheers muchly.
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