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Okay, everyone, let's all mentally dig up images of ourselves from our freshman year of high school. Think about who you were. Really think about the embarrassed feeling you get when someone who doesn't know you sees a photo of you from your teenaged years, say, hanging in your parents' basement. Now, remember that feeling, that version of yourself, and pretend it was being paraded around in front of thousands of people, all taking flash photos of you and talking about what you are wearing.
Yeah, it would be awful. Being a teenager is uncomfortable, and it is also the time in your life when your body decides to revolt against you, feelings run amok, and all you want to do is rage against the machine. And, for many Hollywood actors, that horrible time, where zits seem to be doing laps around the forehead, is captured for perpetuity.
So, this isn't ragging. This isn't hating on, or criticizing, or making fun of. No, it is a celebration of teen angst, the teen angst that is so palpable it can't be contained. Not on a red carpet, not by a stylist, no how, no way. Damn the man.