19 Problems Only People Who Grew Up With A Babyface Will Understand
7. Getting I.D'd For Everything...
You're 18, you get I.D'd for alcohol. You're 16, you get I.D'd for cigarettes. You're 15, you get I.D'd buying a 15 rated DVD. You're 12, you get I.D'd for buying a 12 rated DVD or you don't get let in to a cinema because your parents aren't there without showing your passport. For a person growing up with a babyface, the process of being I.D'd is a relentless, ongoing one that gets tiresome very quickly. It becomes a ritual to pick up your driving license or passport before you go, quite literally anywhere, just in case you get told by the people in charge that you don't look old enough to be allowed to do whatever it is you planned to. It's another one of those things that gets you laughed at when all your friends casually go about their business and yet, even though you're a part of the same social group, people simply don't believe you're the same age.
6. ...Including Getting I.D'd At The Bar When You've ALREADY SHOWN I.D TO GET IN
This is the worst thing ever. You've shown your I.D. to the doormen and they've let you in to the club. Of course they have - you're old enough to be there after all. Surely, the bar staff understand the process and trust the integrity and judgement of the doormen? Nope. Even after you've shown I.D. to get in to a nightclub, you get asked again at the bar. The laughter amongst your friends is so intense that your night is completely ruined. Thanks, powers-that-be.
5. Strict Countries Being No-Go Zones
So, you're British, you're twenty, you fancy yourself as a bit of a Jack the Lad - a bit of a drinking machine, and you want to move it up to the next level - a hardcore week in Las Vegas. You've been getting in to pubs, bars and clubs for a couple of years in your homeland and your confidence is sky high. Heck, even with your babyface you got in to SOME clubs when you were under-age, because Britain's (or wherever you happen to live's) culture for under-age drinking is so rife that even the younger-looking kids slip through the net sometimes. You get to Vegas and realise that it's absolutely NOTHING like Britain. You have to show I.D. just to stand near an empty bottle of light beer (okay, that's an exaggeration, but you get the point). If you struggle to get served alcohol in the more lenient countries, don't even bother trying in the stricter ones.
You're 18, you get I.D'd for alcohol. You're 16, you get I.D'd for cigarettes. You're 15, you get I.D'd buying a 15 rated DVD. You're 12, you get I.D'd for buying a 12 rated DVD or you don't get let in to a cinema because your parents aren't there without showing your passport. For a person growing up with a babyface, the process of being I.D'd is a relentless, ongoing one that gets tiresome very quickly. It becomes a ritual to pick up your driving license or passport before you go, quite literally anywhere, just in case you get told by the people in charge that you don't look old enough to be allowed to do whatever it is you planned to. It's another one of those things that gets you laughed at when all your friends casually go about their business and yet, even though you're a part of the same social group, people simply don't believe you're the same age. 
This is the worst thing ever. You've shown your I.D. to the doormen and they've let you in to the club. Of course they have - you're old enough to be there after all. Surely, the bar staff understand the process and trust the integrity and judgement of the doormen? Nope. Even after you've shown I.D. to get in to a nightclub, you get asked again at the bar. The laughter amongst your friends is so intense that your night is completely ruined. Thanks, powers-that-be. 