When I read these gloating musings, I bristle. These parents were probably raised in suburbia, I think, sneering to myself a tiny bit. I'm contemptuous of these contemptuous parents with their Rockwell-esque reveries.
San Francisco twenty-somethings are a curious bunch. They shell out $5 for a scoop of ice cream, yet trek home by foot from the Mission instead of putting that same Lincoln towards cab fare. I know these contradictions to be true because I embody them.