“Twenty-seven is old,” as she is - and while that may in some sense be true, it is also true that 27 is not as old as it used to be. A few short generations ago members of the American middle class could be expected to reach that age in possession of a career, a spouse and at least one child, unless they were rock stars, in which case they would be dead.
But for some losers, post-collegiate New Jersey types, precocity and ignorance has become its own form of arrested development.
She is clever in some ways and perhaps curious, but also complacent, content to drift through jobs and relationships as she camouflages her anxiety with easy sarcasm and overdone enthusiasm and meaningless drifting from one lover to another.
