This has been flying though my inbox. If you haven't read it yet, it's great. Captures a lot of the twentysomething articles over the past year. Stuck by this quote:
Able-bodied middle-class Americans in their twenties—the real subject of these books—are impressionable; they’re fickle, too. Confusion triumphs. Is it smart to spend this crucial period building up a stable life: a promising job, a reliable partner, and an admirable assortment of kitchenware? Or is the time best spent sowing one’s wild oats? Can people even have wild oats while carrying smartphones?Read more in the New Yorker. (Thanks, Julia, JJ, Connor)
