“ Laurence Steinberg of Temple University reports that on tests of psychosocial maturity…from ages 10 to 21, only one of every four young people scores at an average adult level. By ages 22 to 25, one in three reaches that level. By ages 26 to 30, it’s up to two in three.”
Does this mean that we should re-define what an adult is? Or maybe we should redeifine psychosocial maturity?
I must be watching too much TV.
Two commercials that disturbed me today:
Talk to your kids about sex: message: Tell your kids not to have sex - abstinence is the answer.
Make a plan: message: Make a plan with your kids about what to do if there is a terrorist attack.
Phlome had the audacity to leave me alone in the house with a wasp. So most of the time the wasp was somewhere else, every now and then it would come from there to attack me. Both dogs tried to defend me. But once Luna realized it was a wasp and not just an annoying flying insect, she abandoned me. (not that I blame her, she got stung 3 times by 1 wasp once. I don’t think Barley has had such an incident. So when he approached the wasp as it was sitting on the coffee table, I called him off. Then the wasp crawled into my mostly empty single serving microwave popcorn bag.
So I took a pink plastic crate and smushed down the open end of the popcorn bag, then took a pair of large BBQ tongs and rolled up the end of the bag, so I could hold it shut with the tongs. I immediatly, ran outside and flung the popcorn bag. I’m pretty sure the dogs thought I was nuts. So Barley went out to sniff at what I had thrown out into “his” backyard, and was rather startled when the yummy smelling seemingly innocuous bag buzzed back at him, So I went back outside, shook the bag open a bit and ran back inside. A few seconds later I saw a wasp fly off. In order to avoid a torn up popcorn bag strewn across our backyard, I retrieved the bag (after emptying it for the dogs to enjoy) and threw the bag in the trash.
Yay me! Me: 1; Wasp: 0 (though I guess since the wasp got to live, maybe we can call it a draw?)
From Overheard in NY
Chick #1: I always use Equal.
Chick #2: Why?
Chick #1: Well, I like to think of Equal as the women’s lib of sweetener.
Chick #2: So… What does that make Sweet’N Low? The pre-lib? Feminine mystique?
Chick #1: Yeah… Just look at it — pink and pretty, sweet, and bowed low. C’mon. It’s like, ‘Hey, ladies, be sweet and pink for your man — use Sweet’N Low and stay in shape and he’ll love you more!’ Then there’s Equal — it’s blue, it’s bold, it demands attention. It says, ‘Yeah, we’re an artificial sweetener, marketed towards women, but we’re equal!’
Chick #2: Um… Okay, so what does that make Splenda?
Chick #1: I guess post-lib feminism?
Chick #2: Uh, I don’t even know what that is…
Chick #1: Well, see, Splenda’s in court now because apparently neither does anyone else.
Chick #2: Wow… The history of feminism, as interpreted by Deborah, through artificial sweetener… I don’t think I was ready for that at eight in the morning on a Thursday.
Chick #1: Yeah… But that was the only time it was gonna happen.
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