Listen, I’m unmarried, I have no kids, I couldn’t fix a washing machine if your life depended on it and I love to watch pro wrestling. I have no right to act as if I’m a beacon of refined maturity. I won’t.
Still nothing grinds my gears like seeing my fellow 30-somethings act as if they are 18-year-olds. This week, the American commentator Julia Ioffe tw…