My Super Sweet Sixteen

I never bothered to watch this show on MTV until this past weekend. I was relaxing at my friend's apartment in Boston, looking for something to do to temporarily occupy my time, and came across it and decided to watch. I have never seen such ridiculousness in my life! (And this is ME, of all people, saying this.) Maybe because I grew up thinking that Macy's was an "expensive" store, the thought of a fifteen year old boy celebrating his birthday by flying to Florida to bring a baby tiger cub back to New Jersey to help him make a grand entrance to his party is just silly. So is the thought of a fifteen year old girl hiring professional models to escort them while passing out invitiations to their party?

Where are these people's parents? And even more so, why are these parents not intervening and knocking some sense into their children? It's almost as if these kids don't even know what it means to be a kid: to ride your bike down the street as fast as you can, to eat cherry snow cones on a hot day and have red lips for the rest of the afternoon, to give your friends makeovers at slumber parties. Don't get me wrong, I think there is a time and a place in everyone's life to worry about their appearance, to throw a ridiculously exciting party, and to purchase a $100k car. I just personally don't feel that the ripe old age of fifteen is really that time.