I dared not look directly at them as we were seated in the last available table in the restaurant, but there in the corner next to us was a table full of giggling teen girls. We were in one of those Long Island towns known for mansions, parties, luxury cars, and wealthy, idle teens. The girls were loud; one could not help but overhear the conversation. I braced my self for the usual screechy rants about who was sleeping with whom, every word interspersed with "like" or worse, and for finding out just what a "b****" Tiffany was.
But I could not help laughing out loud when the first offensive party I heard (one could not help but overhear, did I mention that?) described was "the worst person in the world" because she didn't own a library card. It seems that the victim of this rich gossip had outstanding fines at several local libraries, and thus had been banned.
In fact, that was about the worst of the conversation. When the girls walked by us as they were leaving, after making plans to go to a friend's house, I saw that they were not in the typical clothes that one might expect on a warm Friday night in the north shore suburbs...they were in lovely spring dresses with pretty sweaters. They was really quite a sweet group and they were clearly having fun without resorting to the vapid vitriol of the typical teen outing.
Update: Contrast this with an observation from the "Why do We let them Dress Like That?" in the WSJ.