There is childhood, adolescence, teenage, adulthood, middle age and old age. You have to fit into one of these brackets. Renée for some reason cannot find herself a cushioned place on this couch. Because there isn't. Oh wait! There is 'Young Adult'.
Huh.. So this is all we could come up with after years of evolution of science and technology and innovation. You joined two words to describe the most precious 20, valuable and fast paced years of a human. So you just slip that small insignificant word which everyone tends to neglect in front of Adult and Voila.. take your lollypop and be happy!
Young Adult.
So that's where a 24 year old person would sit.
Renée cannot digest this fact. She definitely isn't young. she can legally watch pornography, drink and drive (illegally), offer bribes, dance in that cage in her favorite pub and enter the disgusting weight room in the gym. That doesn't mean she is an adult. She is not not ready to pop kids or have numerous bank accounts to the point where she loses track of them or turn into Desmond Hume pushing that button at regular intervals. She is definitely not yet ready to put sex in her to-do list. Then why impose on her face a huge label of "young Adult".
Not that it matters what your designation is but it does at this stage. You see its teenage all over again except that you have figured what sex you are, gotten over your faggot idols and stopped having having an erection every time you see that sexy hourglass (For Renée that would be turning red at the sight of her not so good looking geek crush). What has changed is more confusion, introspection, the divine passage to almost a “second puberty” that brings up a deep questioning of personal identity.
Young Adult. Yeah Right.
PS: Renée humbly requests teenagers to stop smirking when they read sex, pornography and puberty in this blog.
