Teenage fashions in Britain

May be even worse than here:

One particularly worrying fashion among the teen-girls (or ‘Bevs’) of Wiveliscombe is for mutilating their thighs and arms with razor blades to create a slashed criss-cross effect of scars that is supposed to look both trendy and redolent of inner angst. To their mouths these same women apply a vicious, stinging gloss that distorts their lips; their necks and jaws are covered in shiny puce love-bites, so that they gad about town looking like plague victims of the 14th century. ‘If you think I’m a bitch, you should meet my mother,’ declares one of their tops. ‘I’m a virgin (but this is an old T-shirt),’ proclaims another. On my way to Taunton market I was confronted by three of them, each bearing the same legend: ‘von bitch’. Now what is that supposed to mean? Their tongues, belly-buttons and upper ears are studded with metal nuts and they lope around town moulting, flobbing, shrieking, punching each other in the stomach and burping in the faces of passers-by.