College is supposed to be a place where the safety of childhood overlaps with the freedom of adulthood. But last week, Starshine laments, it wasn’t.
Writer & Columnist | Santa Barbara, CA
College is supposed to be a place where the safety of childhood overlaps with the freedom of adulthood. But last week, Starshine laments, it wasn’t.
On the highway of life, nothing forces an appreciation of the here and now like the crowded, noisy chaos of family road trip. Starshine explains.
Last weekend, like all weekends before it, I was confronted with a barrage of shame-inducing images: Fleshless twenty-somethings flitting along downtown sidewalks in jeans tighter than the skin on grapes. Itty bitty bikinis dangling in department store windows, looking more like polka dot rubber bands than something that might actually cover my ba-donk-a-donk.
Whiny, drooly and prone to mess themselves just as you’re headed out the door, puppies and newborn babies have a lot in common. But who’s more trouble?