If even the Wall Street Journal is asking, people, it’s not jut Houston that has a problem…
At last — there’s another name for those of the male species that are stuck in limbo much in the same way Britney Spears was not quite a girl, not yet a woman. I frequently refer to them as “lost boys” — while Kay S. Hymowitz, author of “Manning Up: How the Rise of Women Has Turned Men Into Boys” — now calls them “pre-adults.” Perfect!
According to Kay, in an article published yesterday in the Wall Street Journal, “most men in their 20s hang out in a novel sort of limbo, a hybrid state of semi-hormonal adolescence and responsible self-reliance. This ‘pre-adulthood’ has much to recommend it, especially for the college-educated. But it’s time to state what has become obvious to legions of frustrated young women: It doesn’t bring out the best in men.”
Who could have said it better? I’ve dated a pre-adult, you’ve dated a pre-adult, Kay has clearly dated a pre-adult. They’re the boys who think they don’t have to grow up, who play video games, who consider Las Vegas to be their mecca and pretend they’re living The Hangover – minus the boring wedding part and add in a shitload more drugs that they actually remember taking. They don’t have girlfriends because they can still get sex from whomever they want without commitment, they eat pizza for breakfast, they still ask their moms to do their laundry.
This, naturally, made me think of a song (most things do) called “Mr. Immature” by Stef Lang. Girlfriend summed it up quite nicely! “Grow up Mr. Immature/I’m getting tired of your misbehaving/If I wanted a child, then I would have had a baby/Get out Mr. Insecure/It’s clear to me that you’re never changing/I need a man not a boy that drives me crazy.” I am so sick of dating boys, as I’m sure you are — they’re cute and all, but ladies…we need MEN!
The article has a very simple query, which is this: ‘where have all the good men gone?’ I’m glad the question has been posed in a solid publication like the WSJ, because it basically surmises what I’m wandering the world trying to discover. Do these child-like playboys only exist in America or do they congregate to bigger cities like Los Angeles and NYC? Do we put up with it because we’re secretly worried we won’t find anything better? Do we settle for an X-Box playing, pot-smoking playboy (emphasis on the boy here) because nothing else exists?
Those questions are as unclear as the one the author poses. Why should these pre-adults grow up? “No one needs them anyway,” she writes. “There’s nothing they have to do. They might as well just have another beer.”
Until we discover where the men are, ladies, I suggest you do the same — except you should probably make yours a Big Carl (see: Cougar Town). You’re going to need a very, very big drink to tide you over while you’re waiting for Peter Pan to grow up.
Read the full Wall Street Journal article HERE