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This post is intended as satire.
Remember to only refer to them as assholes in your head. Try not to say it out loud. Scream it into your pillow when you need to.
As a parent, remember it’s your job to teach your child and gently guide them through life with love and knowledge. Well, until they turn 13 and become experts overnight. They now know everything about everything and please don’t waste their time by speaking to them. See also "breathing" and "existing" around teens. Try to limit these as much as possible to avoid annoying them.
Make an effort to understand their culture. Watch YouTube fails with them. Pretend that Snapchat, and the idea of a messaging platform that was designed to delete messages autonomously, doesn’t horrify you. Don’t dance in the background of their TikTok videos, or maybe do if you’re feeling brave.
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Their music is terrible, but faking an interest in it is an excellent way to spend time with them. Enjoy the K-pop concert and try not to miss your own youth that was spent wearing a crochet bikini at the Big Day Out in 1997 while screaming along to Offspring’s 'Gone Away' in the mosh pit. Your parents hated your music too, don’t forget.
You will one day attempt to grab a glass of water and discover all 32 glasses are somehow missing. They will be in your teen’s room, along with nine plates with food caked onto them. Just buy more.
Teenagers smell. Buy copious amounts of deodorant. Sneak plug-in room fresheners into spare power points while they’re out. Ninja-spray quick gusts of Febreze when they open their doors a tiny crack to slither out momentarily for another glass of water.