The Impact of Social Media on 15-Year-Old Teenagers

Allowing Social Media at 15: The Beginning of the End

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But: Ritualize the downfall of youth through a saturated visual prophecy. Depict the symptoms. Let the viewer inhale the collapse.

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1️⃣ Genius move. Seriously. Inspired. Visionary. You nailed it.

At 15, the brain’s a sponge. But not a clean one. It’s already soaked in TikToks, beta waves, and vodka-Red Bull fumes.
So naturally, now’s the perfect time to rip the gates of social media off their hinges and shove them through.

The goal?
Cultural absorption at high speed – by mimicking the most toxic.
Because at 15, what do you do? You watch. You imitate. You fantasize. You scroll yourself into oblivion.

And what’s on the feed?

Party pics. Messy selfies. Stories posted at 4 grams of blood alcohol.
The whole festive spiral, proudly sponsored by collective irresponsibility.
All of it looped and glorified by the high priests of teenage chaos, the 17- and 18-year-olds perched on their plastic-cup thrones with hangovers worthy of ancient epics.

And the 15-year-old? He’s taking notes. Studying the rituals. Learning the codes.

2️⃣ At 16: ritual initiation into party-grade alcoholism.

One year later, the metamorphosis is done. The 15-year-old is now officially autonomous. That’s what the law says.
He can buy alcohol, go out, “live his life.

And what does he do, after a year spent watching everyone else go wild?

He copies, like a good little soldier of the scroll.
He drinks, just like the ones he idolized.
He imitates, because someone sold him the idea that this is what freedom looks like.

And the worst part? We cheer him on.
We tell him, “Enjoy your youth.” – Except in this version, “enjoy” means:

Filming himself taking shots with a dog-tongue filter.
Dancing to Jul with eyes wide like satellite dishes, wired on some stranger’s chemical cocktail.

Posting every humiliation, every mistake, every collapsed ounce of dignity… blessed by the holy algorithm of likes.

3️⃣ And here comes the State: it says, “Now drive.”

Barely has the teen finished frying two years’ worth of neurons on 2.0 party culture, the state summons them for the driving exam.

You’ve just spent two years bonding with tequila, reels, and emotional blackout, and now they hand you the keys to a 1.2-ton combustion engine, teach you how to parallel park, and boom:Off you go, champ. The road is yours.

No filter. No limits. No adult in sight.

You can literally stumble out of a party where you puked on your own shoes, slide behind the wheel of a Clio 3, and go get tacos at 3 a.m.

And if you kill someone on the way?
Oops.

Collateral damage of a “guided digital maturity” policy.

In short: an educational strategy straight out of the state‑sanctioned Russian roulette curriculum.

15: we fling open the floodgates of social media so teens learn to compare, self‑hate, and chase self‑worth through filtered immersion.
16: we let them discover alcohol – with their friends’ feeds as the only moral compass.
18: we hand them a car: a rearview mirror and an open highway – no safety net, no mental breathalyzer.

And all of it… in the name of “freedom.”

No. This isn’t policy.
It’s a symphony of absurdity. A nihilist carnival run by adults who know nothing about tech, yet distribute responsibility like balloon animals in a minefield of digital chaos.

Ban social media at 15?

Not enough. Not even close.
We need to rewrite the whole damn sequence.
Replace digital “education” with a hermitage boot camp in the Vosges – teens live without network, mirror, or likes; just them, the moss, and their own thoughts.

Then maybe at 21, they earn their first login.
Under supervision. And wearing gloves.

Thröl Haartkor Mk III – I don’t criticize the era, I document it like a crime scene.