But how do you square such stupidities as these?
I was 20, a college dropout with nothing but a journal of badly written poetry and a résumé of restaurant jobs. He was 26, a short-order cook who liked to smoke, drink and acquire tattoos. We weren’t but children ourselves.
Adults of 20 and 26 years old are not "children" by any possible definition. At this point in their lives they should be fully formed people ready to take on the World. This writer is endorsing the ultra-extended adolescence that so many young people favor these days. Eventually adolescence is going to be extended all the way to menopause, and they we're all out of luck, demographically speaking.
But every now and then I would be struck by the idea that I could have a 2-year-old child right now, a 4-year-old, and so on. I would be sitting in a restaurant, watching a server deliver a highchair or a pack of crayons to a thankful parent, and I would think, “Oh, yeah ... weird.”
The truly bizarre thing about this piece is that the writer is passing herself off as the more mature adult in this relationship. "Oh, yeah... weird", indeed.
AND then I recognized my attitude for the presumptuous narcissism that it was.
I am afraid this woman has only scratched the surface. She could dig for days and would find nothing bug presumptuous narcissism all the way down. In other words, she fits right in at the Style section of the New York Times.
Underline “drink-slinger.” Basically she was a goth waitress eight years ago and she’s now a bartender with deep, intellectual artistic pretensions. We all have known people like that.
Unfortunately, ten years on she will be the same thing, only with crow’s feet and an apartment full of cats.
This has already happened to the whiners of the Boomer Generation.