From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m tugging at the frayed threads of my heavy denim mini-skirt, trying to ignore the way the stiff fabric digs into my waist while Avril Lavigne blares through my cheap foam headphones. Everything feels so obsolete now that the iPhone and those new Kindle and Android rumors are everywhere; I’d give anything to trade this clunky plastic MP3 player for a screen that actually glows with the future. My palms are sweaty from gripping my Razer phone while I wait for a text, my thumb hovering over the tactile buttons to send a quick "rawr" to my crush. I just want to disappear into the velvet seat of a dark theater for the *Spider-Man 3* premiere and forget that my closet is overflowing with itchy polyester hoodies and scratchy screen-print tees.