LISTEN. Happy Halloween, happy November.
"Becoming adult" is our next chapter in Why Grow Up...
Stephen Law tweets: "I'm 60. Yet I don't feel that I am a 'grown up', and feel I would be a fraud if I pretended to be one (I do know how to *act* like a 'grown up')."
To which I say: just wait four years.
A student asked the other day, in response to my approving citation of Susan Neiman's statement that it's a mistake to think the best years are between 16 and 26 (or 18 and 28?): What is the best? Sixty-four, I said. Next year I'll say sixty-five. When I stop updating my answer, you'll know my time is past. Not dead yet.
While I'm here, I'll still keep on trying to think for myself. That's Kant's definition of maturity. Are we there yet? (continues)
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