there always is so much said about teenage angst. unchanneled ambiguous anger fed by frustration at no outlet. what about older angst? once you reach a ceratin age, again you don't fit in and it is more difficult because there are less people to fit in with that like yourself do not fit in. Teens can band to gangs of like, what do we band to? who do we non=conform with. Reminds me of th emonty python skit, hell's grannies. And who remembers that anyway?