Why are teenagers so morbid? Is it the dawning realisation of mortality and impermanence? Or a rebellion against the feelgood, sunshine, ‘these are the best years of your life, you’d better not mess them up’ media portrayal of youth?
We had a teenager to stay a few weeks ago, and throughout she lurked in the twilight of her room, curtains drawn, glued to vampire films and Facebook. She told us about a web site which could predict the date and manner of your death. Spooky. What made me laugh, in a squeamish sort of way, was the big, bold advert on the page. Can you guess what it was for? Yep, life insurance :)