I’ve been a teenager for a good four or five years now, and have always been suspect of the media’s portrayal of my peers. I don’t mean Juno, with its “stuff happens” attitude, or a movie like Mean Girls, which satirizes the cliquish nature of high schoolers.
Since November 20, the release date of Rock Band, I’ve spent most of my weekends in a cold basement banging on a plastic drum set, strumming a fake guitar, and singing into a USB microphone with friends and family. Still, people ask me, “Is that game any good?” Well, let me set the record straight.