I will have to agree with the 23-year old reader who wonders whence all the mommy articles. Not like I'm one inclined to childbirth anyway, but this piece pretty much nailed (pardon the pun) the coffin shut on whatever miniscule desire I might have had.

This article certainly isn't worth space headlining the Salon page. It wouldn't even qualify for Best Post in Table Talk. It's like reading somebody's Livejournal. It doesn't even pretend to tie in to any larger trends or new discoveries about sexuality. This is more on par with that dreadful Ayelet Waldman, and Salon can do better.

Not that I don't enjoy a sex story for purely entertainment's sake, but the ones I do hear generally aren't published on the front page of what is ostensibly a reputable online news journal.

Enough with the personal, oh-so-bourgeois, sinfully dull "women's interest" pieces. Most of the women I know aren't interested in baby blogs.

...because I find myself in a similiar situation and am questioning what exactly do to about it.

I kind of hate myself for relating to the author, because I'm generally the type to start the eye rolling whenever somebody starts talking about how tough it is to have a worthless degree from a prestigious university. Unfortunately, that somebody is often me. So I thought the letters might provide an insight on how to navigate through this whole mid-20s overqualified/unemployment thing with perspective and a sense of humor.

Instead it seems like the letter writers fall into two categories: those who offer self-congratulatory backpats on their own fiscal responsibility, and those who excoriate those damn kids on their lawn for perceived idle uselessness.

Listen, I'm aware than as a Gen-Yer with an extremely privileged upbringing, that the first-world problems that my peers are experiencing are pretty small beans in the grand scheme of things. I don't think condescension or smug superiority when we discuss these problems is the right answer, though. There are many paradoxes and mixed messages that we're receiving (from parents, friends, that "society" that everyone's always yelling about) and it can be difficult to navigate these with a clear head. My own parents became extremely succesful via hard work and innate talent, and I am eternally grateful that they've provided for my sister and I such that we could feel free to pursue whatever "irrational, economically useless" degree we wished. But I've often thought that this easy life wasn't in some way detrimental, in that we've gotten a sense of entitlement that often creates a barrier into the work force. In a way, the natural desire for parents to provide for their children can hinder the sort of work ethic that enables those provisions in the first place.

In less annoying language, my father wanted me to make a living in the world doing something I love. I took that to mean that I should only make a living doing something I love. Maybe that's a product of my upbringing, but isn't that what most people want out of life?

For those of us with worthless humanities degrees, who believed in education for education's sake, not necessarily for economic necessity, we're smart enough to realize that this attitude is a luxury. We also might not be smart enough to know what to do about it.

In the meantime, some of us rack up debt in order to keep ourselves fed. Those who think of recent college grads as a generation of overprivileged slackers with no sense of responsibility - well, okay, maybe that's one side of the coin. The other side is about vulnerability, figuring out your way in the world, trying to make a living without asking Mom for a check on the first of the month. It's scary. I'm sure it's always been scary. But that doesn't make it irrelevant.

I know, now I'm turning into one of those people I bitch about.

But, really, yet another self-indulgent article about parenting YES OR NO?

Let me answer that one for you: no.

As soon as I got to the part about what the Vows section of the New York Times would say about the author's girlfriend... Snooze.

Really, Salon. No more excerpts from Rebecca Traister or Ayelet Waldman. Oh, so you've found the male version, eh? Feminism! Alive and well! Speaking as one of those twentysomething women you appear so desperate to attract, lay off the baby mama dramas and get back to political analysis and news.

You won't, though. So I'll stick to reading the AP Wire. Great.

For a minute since 1964? Just wondering.

I didn't realize a subscription to Modern Mother came with my Salon Premium.

Mr. Iversen should listen to Pulp's "Common People". Or, even better - Shatner's cover.

Then maybe get back to us about the sordid affairs of Phillips Exeter.

Sheeit.

LW vaunts us "millenials" so much, he/she probably has no clue that we're all mocking him/her behind his/her back, because he/she probably thinks that his/her "beloved internet" is AOL.

No offense if this is you, Mom!