P,
I’d like to say I immediately relate to your opining regarding our demographic, but most of what you claim for us relates, I firmly believe, more to the generation that came before — those narcissists born after the second World War who became hippies.
Of course my parents were still nearly infants when I happened upon the scene, but they seemed to use my childhood as an excuse to relive theirs. I definitely have distinct memories of my loving but divorced parents pining after my friends and boyfriends (at least back then there wasn’t the now always possible trauma of dad going after the latter). Only recently do I believe I’ve raised them well enough to send them alone into the world.
I do think, therefore, it is now my birthright to experience life as a teenager. Won’t my own children relish the opportunity to share the experience with mom? For example, when I Ieave a restaurant and wonder whether any of the three men at the next table are watching my ass as I sashay out of the place, I can giggle about it with one of my daughters. Things really do come full circle, don’t they? What again was your point, dearest P?
Faithfully,
C.
