We appear to be witnessing a rejuvenilization of adults over 40. Too many college students’ mental development has stalled at the level of an adolescent thanks to political correctness, which sends them scurrying away into university safe spaces whenever confronted with any semblance of common sense or reality, like a frightened child hiding in a closet with his teddy bear.
It seems like most ads about products for grown-ups include either talking animals, puppets, cartoons or kid-speak by adults. As a kid, I giggled at these on Saturday morning.
And try finding one or two serious films out of 10 at the theater. It’s mystifying watching many adults laughing hysterically at coming attractions of movies intended for 6-year-olds. Cute? Yes. Belly laughs? Hmm.
Pharmacy shelves are stocked with Gummy Bear adult aspirin and myriad supplements in candy form. Adult coloring books are in. (I must reveal I have taken up that sport.) Zombie outfits, video games and hopscotch are not for children anymore.
It’s great and healthy to be young at heart, but with the rate this mindless childhood regression is occurring, we’ll soon have no need to fear for our children’s development; we’ll be our children.
Either this nation is in trouble, or I’m just a cranky old party pooper.