A reporter at The New York Times recently wrote an essay called “The Death of Adulthood in American Culture”. I’m a light reader of this newspaper so I thought it might lead me to have a great dialogue with my peers. Once I read it, there was a dialogue but it was a heated one. The overall image in my mind of this reporter is a grumpy old man who doesn’t want to accept change. He admits to being a middle aged white male and being used to seeing men on television who are patriarchs. Now that the mainstream media are beginning to turn away from these all-encompassing, alpha-male characters, he feels out of place.
Maybe I’m taking this too personally.
If I step back and look at this, I understand why I needed to read it. The essay might not have been as politically correct as many people would have liked but it blew the top off a topic that was whispered before. Our culture is changing and is effecting our adults first. This phenomenon doesn’t usually start with the adults. However the adults that make up Generation X grew up seeing the worst effects of growing up. How can you tell these people to grow up when their elders were high often and breaking our economy from one year to the next? Emulating them would be blasphemous. Our traditional ideas of what adults look like, whether male or female, may be dead. At the very least, it is dying. What we can do now is figure out what kinds of adults we want to be.
The strength it takes for me to answer these questions without either a scowl or with one sentence shows how much I've grown. But there are too many people asking me the same questions in the most life draining cycle ever. So I've comprised a cute list with answers they hopefully will remember for years to come. Feel free to take these answers for your own chorus of busy bodies in your life if the answers apply to you.
A prominent memory from my adolescence was debating with boys who had it worse in life. The variables would change weekly but the point remained: someone has to lose and I'd like to know who it is. There used to be a sense of pride that would swell up whenever I would reason my opponent into submission. But after living through some colorful romantic experiences, I started wondering how that mindset molded my outlook on relationships and love.
I'm a petty, neurotic and indecisive woman who likes a variety of things you probably don't care about. Why? Because I'm attractive enough for you to fantasize about but not attractive enough to make you want to fight for your honor. I'm also marginally intelligent but let's be real, you saw my photo and decided to ignore anything I may have typed here.
I'm not about to assume y'all know me so I'll just tell you what today is. Today is my birthday. As the title gives away, yes I am 24. I've made a lot of decisions, met a lot of people and spent a lot of time learning about this here life I have. Now it's time to sit down at this desk and give you all some golden nuggets I've picked up on the way.
Yes, some of the great things we do positively effect how we view ourselves. But aren't we tired of trying to be holier-than-thou all the time? It must get lonely on top of that throne. From there, everyone looks like heathens who are unworthy of the king's presence. They need insert-personal-moral-compass-here to be around him. If you're rolling your eyes at the thought of it, congratulations, you have vices and are relatable.
Whether it's my family members, coworkers or my beautician, everyone wants to know what's going on with my plans. Where are my offspring and husband?! It doesn't matter if I have ideas about other aspects of my life.
For the majority of my life, someone has tried to curb my adoration for curse words. Every reason from every person has fallen under these statements:
If I get too busy, overwhelmed or procrastinate too hard, you will not see me for weeks. I retreat and regroup. I go ghost.