I met my 20-year-old daughter for the first time last week.
Now, before I start dragging out this underwhelming bait and switch, no, I don’t mean literally. But I did meet someone who, in the way they manifested so many cultural affects that I do, felt like they could be what my little girl turns out one day to become.
And the experience has convinced me I might not be a horrible person after all.
I’ll explain why.