You start looking for your mum’s secret coke stash
I get that some parents are alcoholics and drug addicts, and that some parents leave. However, from most YA contemporaries, you’d think it was all of them. You could easily believe that there is an entire generation of young people currently pulling themselves up by their boot straps while their parents drink themselves to death in the next room.
I’m also bothered by characters who respond to their parents’ addiction by never touching substances. While this is absolutely true for some, it is by no means the rule. I would just like a YA book to address the fact that making the same mistakes as your parents doesn’t make you a bad person. Addiction has a genetic component, after all.
You think it’s totally normally to never ask your friends how THEY are doing
Have you ever noticed how self-involved most contemporary protagonists are? I know that we’re often experiencing the world from their perspective but… seriously. It’s a problem.
As much as I loved Simon vs The Homo Sapiens Agenda, when he talked about not knowing the story behind his best friend’s absent dad I was like SERIOUSLY? Are you that consumed by your own drama that in ten years it’s never occurred to you to ask the girl who comes to your house every night after school where her dad got to?
While Simon does come to see the error of his ways, most of the time this sort of shitty behaviour is never addressed. It’s kind of like how in Isla and the Happily Ever After she got everything she wanted despite being selfish and awful the entire book.
It’s not satisfying.
You can only think you’re pretty when a boy says you are!
Despite all YA ever, it’s actually true that you are allowed to think that you look good because you think look good, not just because some guy suddenly saw you. This annoying, and seemingly unavoidable trope grinds with me so much because it’s just another way of telling girls that they don’t have ownership over their own bodies.
What most books preach is that you become pretty when a guy says you are. And I’m supposed to think that’s romantic?
Um, no thanks.
I am here to tell you some revolutionary: You are allowed to think you look good because you think you look good.
(also because you finally figured out how to do that thing with your hair)
Romance is the LITERAL be all and end all. There is nothing else. Nope.
I’m adding this one somewhat tentatively.
Put your pitchforks away please.
I love a romance. I really do. I spend as much time on tumblr as anyone.
But, that said, there is more to character development than falling in love. Yes, it’s an important part of your life but it is just that. A part. I would love to read a contemporary where I felt like self-development was the main aim.
Life has many facets. It turns out that romance is just one of them.