Don't even start.
Don't start whining to me about how hard it is to rear teenaged girls, when:
For the second time in 4 months, I come across your 15 year old teenaged daughter, in the company of drug and alcohol-addled grown men, and you didn't even have a clue where she was, at 9:00 on a school night.
Or where the 16 year-old daughter was.
And we've received not one single run-away report.
And you lie to cover up that your 15 year-old has been dating her second 20-year-old.
You, madam, are part of the problem. And if it hurts your feelings to hear me say it, get ready to not like me very much.