I am 15. I will turn 16 on December 12.
I’m 16 as well. And I feel 16, which gives me the inclination to believe that most people my age on the internet (none of those here) must feel like they are 8. Even if they don’t know it. Yeesh, does anyone else here of my age feel like they need to put on a good example to fight the 133t d00d/h4X0r stereotype that some of our boneheaded peers insist on presenting? I do. And man, do I hate being stigmatized for my age.
Instead of drugs and sex, we spend our time on Instant Messenger and SDMB. Who needs human contact and sunlight? Microwave popcorn, dial-up modem [sub](ew, I know)[/sub] and Coca-Cola, and we is all set.
Grelby, can you elaborate on what you meant?
Pepsi is better.
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SHUT UP THE BOTH OF YAS!
Certainly. A few (maybe a lot more than a few) individuals my age tend to be crass, obnoxious, obscene and generally unsociable online. The result is that you see things like a response to some idiot online that reads “How old are you? 16/13/14/6/10?” etc. People assume that because of my age I am going to be stupid, rude, and be unable to spell. That irks me.
The other thing that I hate is the tendency of many (annoying, stupid, inconsiderate) people to assume that the person qualifies the argument, rather than the other way around. In other words, people assume that because I am 16 I don’t have anything important to say. They assume that I don’t know anything, and simply shoot anything down out of hand. They then have the nerve to give me crap about “well, you’re young and don’t understand the way the world works and why we do things the stupid, irresponsible, unjust, bigoted, close-minded way we do. Some day, when you’re an old cynic with your head up your ass, blah blah blah blah…” Granted, that usually applies to my discussions with those that disagree with me, i.e., primarily middle-aged right-wingers. However it occurs to an extent with everyone. And if there’s one thing I hate, it’s arrogance and patronization from someone who uses their position of years to tell me that “Daddy knows best.”
Yeah. That’s the elaboration.
"dang, another pepsi vs. coke battle?
“well, that’s what i built the “Diamond” series battlesuits for!”
::checks minigun ammo levels::
::loads in HE and SABOT rounds for the shoulder-cannon::
::checks the force projector plates::
::gets in::
~activation code, please.~
“[sym]Diamond X Activate!!![/sym]”
~beep! all systems powering up.~
~reactor online.~
~neural interface online.~
~servos online.~
~weapons online.~
~sensors online.~
~boosters online.~
~shields online.~
~all systems engaged. status nominal. Diamond X is good-to-go.~
"now then…
"i like pepsi AND coke!
"pepsi one… diet… regular… they are equally good!
Diet Coke… Classic… Cherry… THEY are equally good! [sub] well, not the lemon crap… regardless![/sub]
“they are but two sides of the same coin; one vanilla based, the other citrus. both balance in the world perfectly, and without one, the other’s towering ediface would practically collapse. for long wont truth, both are of the same spiritous, base nature!”
::vvvvw-RRRRRR!::
::chuk-CHUNK!::
“anyone want to argue?”
16 here, but I don’t advertise it. On the Internet, nobody can see my real age, and in fact age doesn’t matter, which is a nice relief from the real world (not the Real World TV show, which is ironically nothing like the real world. I hate that show).
When Jack Kennedy was running for President, I was about three weeks too young to vote for him.
Am I the most ancient? Surely, there’s a fart older than I on the boards!
I think the younger board members have a great deal to contribute, indeed I’m occasionally suprised to learn the ages of some of the members. I’d have thought them much older.
Filthy the Fossil
I would like to preface this by saying that I don’t really care how old any of the dopers are, I don’t think being a teenager makes you stupid, and I remember being 16. BTW, I am 24 now.
Having said all that, I have to say this…
Isn’t hating the way people view you as a teenager part of the teenage experience? I mean, I remember feeling that way, and I certainly don’t feel that way any more, but it sure bothered me for a lot of years. I guess you just reach the stage where you no longer consider the behavior of people your age to be relevant to you. Weird.
And not being able to carry on a conversation is just one of the reasons we prefer our members be at least 13 years old.
I’m removing your posting privilges until I see some proof of age.
your humble TubaDiva
Administrator
Hmmmm. 2 days, 57 minutes.
2 score and 8
I feel like an eighteen year old.
So I thought I’d try here 
[sub]just joking[/sub]
It’s been two years since I was last mistaken for an 18 year old. Now I’ve jumped up to being mistaken for being 21. Although the guesses about my mental age are uncannily close…
PT
[sup]My post count’s just overtaken my age[/sup]
Grelby, allow me to do what I should have beforehand- welcome you to the boards. You just hit my list of Favorite Dopers™.
moronmountain and saepiroth, I cordially invite you to find your way here, please.
http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?threadid=102610
17 in not too long.
Age 21, look 16, act 13 (sometimes less), sound 12 (although I’m sure AotL will argue that), feel 10 sometimes.
And people wonder why I call myself Syko? You’d be Syko too if you couldn’t figure out your age.
Now, how many of the younger-than-me’uns need beer? I’m making ONE TRIP, and you’re giving me the money beforehand and I’m keeping the change.
-Syko
I’m 19.
I absolutely hate it. I’m at that age when people start mistaking me for an adult and think I should do things like actually study and maybe even get a job. It’s terrible. If it’s at all possible you should avoid getting older than 13. I would say 12, but then you would never have the great honor and privilege of posting here.
I’m 18. It may not be wonderful, but it sure beats the hell out of being 15.
Filthy, I’m an older fart than you are. Nyaaaaa nyaaaaaa. Some snapshots:
When I was born, steam was . . . well, maybe not king but well ensconced. TV hadn’t come to my part of the world. Houses had hockey-stick-like radio aerials on the roofs.
Coal-burning furnaces that looked like huge upside-down octupuses with huge maws that had to be fed filled the basements.
Trolley buses were being purchased brand new. The interior lighting in them was incandescent. (I rented Dirty Harry the other week. There’s as scene of him in a streetcar with the same lights.)
No one had walked on the moon — you couldn’t get there in a propeller-driven plane.
The biggest Coke you could get was six ounces. Orange Crush was in a brown bottle with ridges around the circumference. Stubby Cola was competition. 7-Up? You like it, it likes you.
The guy who sold vegetabes door to door used a horse and wagon. A creamery used horses and wagons. A few homes still had ice boxes — and ice delivery, but the ice company used trucks (very weird mixture of the old and new.)
Car drivers would signal left turns by opening their doors — except in the rain or in the winter. A classy car had a sun visor for the passenger. Windshield wipers ran on the engine’s vacuum. Chrysler automatics had a clutch pedal — and cut-glass window-crank handles.
Radios were as big as some bachelor apartments are now. Instant-on meant waiting 30 to 60 seconds for the tubes to warm up.
Records spun at 78 rpm and you could play them with your thumbnail.
And oh yeah — bummer: polio was rampant.
So am I older, or am I older? You’ll have to speak up. I left my ear trumpet in the outhouse.
I’m 20 but quite honestly anyone that knows me will say I don’t act like I’m older than 14 or 15. I’m still this big kid just with a crap load more responsibilities now.