I understand the impulse to be grown-up, although maybe not at this particular event. But I don’t understand the urge to be geriatric before you’re even out of your teens.

That top wants to be a mini-dress. Those pants want to march right into the condo board’s meeting and DEMAND that they switch back to Rold Gold pretzels in the lobby snack bowl because WE LIVE IN A SOCIETY and Hazel in the building next door just will not stop yapping about how they get better snacks, and if she doesn’t put a sock in it soon she’s going to get some Tide powder in with her Metamucil, and THAT’ll teach her.

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