“I must pre-apologize as I scrupulously never pre-apologize and say: It’s difficult for a teen columnist to write about AYTGIMM. It’s like being a writer for Rolling Stone and being seated next to Keith Richards on a six-hour flight, or an artisanal chef given access to a store of black-market ricotta. I feel awed and unworthy, and as if whatever I do will perforce not be enough — if I even knew what to do in the first place.”