Both my parents were cops in a small rural town, and my father was physically abusive. Damn straight I was squeaky clean.
With modern technology, now every phone is both a cop and an abuse vector. Who needs dads when you've got social media?
I had a wonderfully filthy adolescence, and like the subject in the article my parents often didn't know where I was at night. Unlike the subject in the article, it didn't seem to bother them. When I abandoned the C64 to spray paint "Circle Jerks" on the walls, it wasn't a rejection of technology. Spray paint is awesome. If I wanted to create a can of spray paint, I wouldn't even know where to start.
Although if the Teen Luddites had opened for the Circle Jerks, I'm guessing that would have been one ferocious pit.
For the under-30 crowd, everything in their post-puberty lives has been carefully recorded in a semi-public ledger, and they know it.
We should expect people to declare their independence as they enter young adulthood, and it's hard to do that without space to screw up. The Facebook generation was aggressively conditioned to conform with their peers, and it warms the cockles of my heart to see gen Z pushing back against that.