In Mexico they’re called Quinceañeras, for the Jews there’s the Bar Mitzvahs, and for Americans there is the general plague that seems to spread around your face, for guys: the sudden appearance of “hair down there”, and the awkwardly, embarrassing voice cracks at the most inopportune times. And since I can’t leave out my ladies I’ll throw in if your coming of age is anything like the “My Super Sweet 16” god help us all. This may be TMI, but as a discombobulated teen, my parents would always tell me they’d throw me a party when my balls dropped. Awesome hu?
I can’t say I ever got the party, but if you’re Japanese, the national holiday of coming of age is celebrated with the Disney crew wishing you well on your journey into adulthood. What is surprising is the age (20) where the journey begins. I shared my pubescent horror story, what are some of yours?
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