100% hilarious and truthful rant about Boomer parents. Totally know the truth you speak.

And yet, the Boomers are getting ready to retire now. We're on our own-- so now what do we do?

My advice to the LW is this-- you may just hate working for pay. When you were a student, presumably someone else was taking care of your life necessities.

Now, you are earning your way in the world and although your job is intellectually challenging, presumably there are some parts which are mundane and that may even include having to get up every morning at the same time and drive the same tired communte to go to the office, with scant amount of personal time to play hooky or take off on a meandering hike or trip or spend the day in bed with a novel when the mood strikes you.

As a student, you had to work hard, but your time was your own to schedule as you pleased (there was always the all-nighter if you procrastinated too long) and more importantly, your basic survival needs were being met.

Supporting yourself brings you in touch with your own mortality. Are you any different than the wild animals and birds and ants and grasshoppers who must do what they can to survive all day and then wake up to do it again tomorrow?

You have the intellect to want to skip to Maslow's final life stage of self-actualization. Who actually gets there? Oprah Winfrey and Bill Gates appear to have gotten there. Maybe a trust-fund baby can skip over all the hard steps to self-actualization because they don't need to work, they can choose to work for personal satisfaction alone (and possibly fund their own projects and opportunities if no one else will provide them).

Welcome to adulthood. Try not to go into a lot of debt if you can avoid it, because that will limit your choices. When the economy improves, there will be different opportunities for you to change direction and do something different. If I didn't have $100K in student loan debt to pay off, I think I would take a part time job at a health club teaching low-impact aerobics. It was a part time job in grad school that was probably the most fun I've ever had working. I would do that again if I could afford to, and would no longer worry if people thought that I was not acheiving my full potential. The rest of the time, I would spend with my kids dreaming up little field trips and fun projects and adventures.

This reminds me of a drive home from the office one day, me in my black corporate suit and my hand-me-down Buick, driving by the punk rock music club that I used to party at during my college years.

It was a flannel-shirt grunge music club in those days but it had since transformed into a punk/goth club. And so the kids were lined up outside waiting for the doors to open, with their black on black death costumes and their clove cigarettes.

For a moment I was lost in nostalgia ( this was the place where a single long island iced tea bought by a drummer I madly crushed on literally knocked me on my ass... was it laced with something else? i've always wondered...)

Anyhow, I made eye contact with one of the punk girls as my car waited for the light to change and she looked as bemused with me as I was with her. Did she have any inkling she could be me in just another 10 years or so? Trading in that rebel uniform for something more conforming and bourgeouis?

LW, you are in your post-college transition when your friends and acquaintances grow up and move on with their lives. They have outgrown the things you are holding on to and may even pity your reluctance to move foward. Some choose sobriety, some enter the 12-hour corporate workday, some get married and focus on their kids.

For those who want to continue the party after others drop out of the scene, you just have to find a new set of friends. Younger friends just entering the scene, or peers whose own friends have left them behind for more serious or boring pursuits.

Get a 9-5 job and meet up for happy hour if you must. That is sort of "the scene" for young adults who, because of their responsibilities, need an earlier bedtime.

Try to grow out of it by the time you are 30 or so, though. Those "boring" people are actually doing things with their lives, they don't have the time or need for clever word play and dramatic antics and hangovers anymore.

I would like to think that I would be loving and self-sacrificing enough to bear the other woman's child, and either keep it if she didn't want it or give it to her if she did.

But I can tell you in a nanosecond-- if the presence of that third embryo threatened the viability of my two biological embryos-- it would not even be a question in my mind.

Pregnancy is freaking tough to get through, and multiple pregnancies are even tougher. Of course it was the woman's choice.

I would imagine no moral wrangling occurred here-- the woman viewed the third embryo as a threat to "her babies."

It is a terrible medical screw up but I don't think it causes any moral ambiguity from a pro-choice standpoint.

I hope that the childless woman was able to ultimately conceive and bear a child. The facility should certainly bear the costs of a second round of IVF on her behalf.