I never understood teenage girls when I was a teenager, Elizabeth. It seemed like there were these rules that were unwritten, illogical, and applied at random. (Having a teenage kid sister was no help. Opposite, usually.) Then I got older and had coworkers who were moms and would complain about the same things (“I got home yesterday, she yells, ‘Mom!’ and hugs me, and I’m like, ‘Oh, you LIKE me now?’”) that had confused me. Your accounts (and similar ones from Alexainie) tell me it’s a teenage girl thing, not a male/female thing.