Maybe you don’t have a teenager, so you may not often feel like you’re from another planet. Or that you speak another language.
I do, and I do.
The tongues of the young have combined and shortened and co-opted words so their bae is “presh” or “adorbs” or even “savage” with style that is on fleek. And if you were to say “huh?” to your presh teen, eye-rolling ensues...