The teenager is an orphan among cultural representations. Nobody wants him. For decades now, of course, he has caused a nervous culture one embarrassment after another. Youths wild in the streets, werewolves, longhairs, lunatic bikers, slavering idiots unable to do arithmetic or find Mississippi on a map. . .thirty years of such images have spewed from the culture industry's maw. Now, however, a new twist has appeared. Instead of the adolescent rampaging against adult society, we have the adolescent as dull neurotic introvert, a gnawing problem even to himself. Angst and bouts of suicidal despair distinguish this gloomy figure; terror, taunts, and insecurities are the seasoning on modern salad days. Adolescence has become unbearable. Who needs this horrible interim of self-doubt? And how did it get to be so bad? One expects a certain clarity to come from admitting that the teenager is a representation: adolescence is a fake. The rhetoric of its sublime liminality merely drowns out the clatter of its making. A marginal moment when the subject stands between two worlds, poised with innocence on the one hand and experience on the other none of this has the universal validity it claims. The teen years are an invented transition between two carefully constructed norms, childhood and adulthood: adolescence as we know it is not ontological and invariable, a permanent feature of the human animal, but a relative category created to organize an otherwise inchoate experience. It is a construct generated largely during the last two centuries, defined and regularized by cultural needs and discursive operations. The social requirements behind its construction, the reasons beneath its contradictions, should ideally become clearer in the course of recognizing it as such. What happens, though, is the opposite: new questions arise, about why the image of the teenager is still promulgated, still driven home. That image seems to have no purpose. The artificiality of isolating a four-to six-year period as adolescence, quarantining a quadrennium under a category, imposing on it an identity and a prescribed range of behaviors: there is no clear reason why all this continues. Exactly what function does the teenager still serve? Suicidal kids in movies or on TV all wonder what it means to be a teen; through their ventriloquial voices, one may speculate, culture as a whole is pondering the same thing.