For adults, it desensitizes us. We scroll past a thumbnail of a girl in a plaid skirt with a bloody lip and think, "Oh, that’s just the new YA thriller." We have forgotten how to be shocked. We have normalized the eroticization of the high school hallway.
Let’s stop calling it innocent. Let’s call it what it is: a choice. If you enjoyed this piece, share it with a parent, a teacher, or a teen. The first step to breaking the spell is naming the trick.
For actual teens, this content warps the timeline. It tells a 14-year-old that if they aren't having "Euphoria-level" experiences, they are boring. It teaches girls that their value is in their precociousness—how quickly they can perform adult femininity. It teaches boys that aggression is passion.
We call it "Young Adult" content. We market it to teens. But if you strip away the neon filters and the coming-of-age playlists, you’ll find a disturbing question lurking beneath the surface: Why does so much of our mainstream entertainment revolve around the aesthetic of teenage pleasure, viewed through an adult lens?
There’s a peculiar irony haunting your Netflix queue, your TikTok feed, and the Billboard Hot 100. We have become a culture obsessed with innocence, yet voraciously hungry for the rituals of losing it.