This anti-LGBT billboard is standing tall in Elk River, Minnesota. It reads, “Do gay feelings mean you’re ‘born gay’? People around the world say no! Real therapy…really works.” Under a huge magnifying glass are the words “Focused therapy…REPARATIVE THERAPY…real transformation.” Not surprisingly, it was put up by anti-LGBT groups like Minnesota’s Pro Family Forum.  

But the billboard is not staying up without a fight. A small group of high school students protested on the steps of the Minnesota State Capitol this weekend, demanding it be taken down. They weren’t able to speak with anyone, but they’re hoping to try again. Always fight the normalization of homophobia and abuse masquerading as “love.” Always. (via KARE 11)

Oakland, California. High School Youth. Typical of the youth of this nation is the tipped-up bottle of pop. Also typical is the school store, situated just across the street from the school, which sells candy, coca-cola, and cigarettes and at lunch time, a five-cent plate of beans, 05/04/1940

Rondal Partridge, photographer. From the series: Study of Youth Photographs, 1940. Records of the National Youth Administration, 1934 - 1945

It’s hard not to be impatient with the absurdity of the young; they tell us that two and two make four as though it had never occurred to us, and they’re disappointed if we can’t share their surprise when they have discovered that a hen lays an egg. There’s a lot of nonsense in their ranting and raving, but it’s not all nonsense. One ought to sympathize with them; one ought to do one’s best to understand. One has to remember how much has to be forgotten and how much has to be learnt when for the first time one faces life. It’s not very easy to give up one’s ideals, and the brute facts of every day are bitter pills to swallow. The spiritual conflicts of adolescence can be very severe and one can do little to resolve them.
—  W. Somerset Maugham, Theatre
What critics have missed so far is the fact that, whether one reads the young Cioran or the old Cioran, one is always confronted with the same type of question. How to escape time? Whereas, speaking of realism, the recurrent claim in Cioran is this one: “we are going to die,” prophetically he is more interested in how one does it. The modality of death, as that which can be perceived as taken out of time, or rather that should be the aim of everyone—vanquish death out of time, as it were—is clearly a topic that is for Cioran not only much more fascinating than stating the obvious, but also one that borders on an attempt to write for and on the surface of things, not their depth. Space, in other words, is the big thing. It unfolds more authentically than time because it is not bound to any linear experience. Considering this subtle framework, and then logically speaking, it does not make much sense to accuse a writer of being naively, idealistically, and youthfully pessimistic—simply because one assumes that that’s what immature people in their 20s are like. In space, you are neither old, nor young, neither inexperienced, nor experienced.