When the organizers of a recent panel discussion about Catholic twentysomethings and pop culture asked me to participate as a representative twentysomething, I had to remind them that I’m thirty-five. Close enough, they said: they could tolerate the approximation if I could. I’m not sure they were right to be so tolerant. As it happens, I have a brother who’s twenty-five. (...)
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