I have not one -- not two -- but three brothers. As a self-proclaimed tomboy, growing up in a house of video games, little league practices and at a dinner table that resembled an ESPN broadcast, life was heavily male-influenced.
Victorian-era tradition dictated that a lady's name should only appear in the newspaper three times: upon her birth, marriage and death. I can only assume that having a blog plus a Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and Pinterest account would have been frowned upon.
So, are we the 'Me, Me, Me Generation?' In the sense that we use ourselves for vehicles of positive and impactful change, this label might be apt. But, regarding Stein's use of the expression, I think Jay Gatsby would have to shrug and say, "You're wrong, old sport."
Every generation has its quirks, its slang, its flaws, but it seems too often Gen-Xers in primarily old media outlets cast the behavior of teenagers in the millennial generation as representative of everyone in the age group, whether they're 14 or 29.
It is still all too easy for us to casually discount or criticize celebrities for their choices, their wardrobes, their mates, their art, their lives, their whatever... How incredibly heartless. And sad.
Many thanks to you, sir, for your considered thoughts on gender correctness in last week's New York Times. It's a relief to know that "boys will be boys" (masculine, car-loving, toilet-fixing, lady-killing hunters) if parents get out of their own overly empathic, feminist-mind-controlled way.
Authors often like to talk about finding their literary voices, which generally means they haven't sold anything yet. This post, however is about writers who actually have sold a book, want to voice the audiobook edition -- and shouldn't.
I didn't learn all that much on the day my son was born, other than that women should definitely get the epidural right away, out of politeness to others. But I also learned that I had no idea how we start out.
Were it not for the intelligent, fresh sense of humor of individuals like Mr. Stein, the world may never know about Americans who happen to be of Indian descent. Gags about impossibly spicy food? I'd never heard those before!
For Edison, N.J.'s old timers, brown is brown. Too many curry shacks is not that different from too many taquerias. We are all Mexicans now. When Joel Stein goes to Edison, he "feels" what people in Arizona talk about.