A Post-Clinton Childhood
Though my oldest daughter, now seven, lives in New York and has a father who writes a column for one of the city’s tabloids, she does not know who Anthony Weiner is. She has never—never—watched the news, except when I’ve been on a cable channel for a few minutes here and there as a talking head. She reads headlines in the newspaper, but doesn’t inquire much about them. A few months ago she said she wanted to run a lemonade stand to help Japan, but she did not seem to know the details of the tragedy there. My daughter knows I edit this magazine, and she glances at the cover with interest—but knows it’s not for her and puts it down.
The point is that somehow she knows it’s all not for her. And she is ﬁne with it. She has been raised with a sense that there is a clear bifurcation between the adults’ realm and the children’s realm, and she is perfectly happy staying in the one intended for her.
About the Author
John Podhoretz is editor of COMMENTARY.