Dear Sarah at 20,
Right now you are embarking on your 20s, a moment that Hollywood tries to sell to young women as carefree and glamorous. But as our culture has increasingly acknowledged over time, your 20s are actually confusing and difficult. Having officially survived them, I am writing you a guide to the expected and unexpected things that will befall you and the culture at large over the next 10 years.
I see you’re starting the epoch with age-appropriate celebration: drinking wine from jugs, jumping up and down in the middle of a sweaty dorm room during a party in your and your twin brother’s honor, and hastily-composing Shakespeare papers in between the festivities.
On your mind right now: friends! boys! boys who are friends or maybe more (or maybe not at all)! You’re like Hamlet, you feel, surrounded by high drama. You will soon comprehend that it is all in fact petty, not Shakespearean at all. Maybe a minor comedy at best.