The imagination of a boy is amusing, and the mature imagination of a man is purposeful, but there is a space of life between, in which the soul is in a ferment, the character undecided, the way of life uncertain, the ambition thick-sighted: hence proceeds what Kay Hymowitz describe this class of single young males (SYMs) to be in a hybrid state of semi-hormonal adolescence & responsible self-reliance. “We” are constantly bouncing around with a cunning mixture of sentiment, pity, tenderness, and irony. “We” exist between the duality of laser focused professional ambition & the ambiguity surrounding daily life. Perhaps Fitzgerald said it best, “Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another”.
