I can't find the reference, but Chuck Klosterman
once made the point that teenagers are ill-served by pop music. Specifically, they are misled by the illusions that pop music constructs about the nature of romantic love. First you see her face, then you’re a believer. Your heart is, like, totally eclipsed. But then Jack slips out the back and pretty soon the sweet green icing is flowing down. (Also, beware of singing: it can kill you softly.) Of course, that general plot outline is so common it’s unremarkable, but pop music love only indicates signposts, not the day-to-day sweat equity of maintaining a relationship.
Music is not alone in this conspiracy to mislead teens about love; pop culture in general is not a terribly good guide to life. When I was a little kid, I figured that when you really fall in love with someone, you both know it immediately and you have to find a meadow full of flowers so that you can run deliriously into each others arms. As an adult, I am now deeply disappointed that this has never happened.