If my generation won’t mature and the Boomers won’t grow up, who’s going to be the adult around here?
I still remember the awkwardness of it, the overall feeling of wanting to take a shower … or vomit. It wasn’t so much from the repulsion, as I was repulsed, but it was the feeling of betrayal and surprise. I was 18 and in college. Adults had always been my mentors and friends, guides and caretakers. I was not prepared for a world where people who looked and were the same age as my parents and grandparents would lustfully leer at me without shame. I definitely wasn’t prepared to be seen as a sexual object by someone who I’d admired and saw as a father figure, but somehow I found the strength to politely decline his offer and walk away without throwing up on his shoes.