In Sunday's Washington Post, these two very interesting pieces appeared: First, this article, "Driven to Extremes," about the increasing number of people in the D.C. area who are commuting more than four hours a day -- drawn by "cheaper housing and better pay", but "at what price?"; and this one, "Breaking Free of Suburbia's Stranglehold," about some families who have "simplif[ied] [their] [l]ifestyles in [q]uest for [m]eaning [t]hat [c]onstant [h]ustle [o]bscured."
Together, these articles offer some needed caution to our new law-school graduates. Sure, many of these talented and blessed late-20-somethings will go live in hip urban neighborhoods in lively and interesting cities (and bill several hundred hours each month), and so will not -- at least, not yet -- face the kind of trade-offs and challenges described in these articles. But, before too long, many (most?) will. My advice? Start thinking now about cultivating a life that is not going to put you on a trajectory toward four-hour commutes, strained marriages, drive-by parenting, and a dis-integrated life.
Click here for Andrew Roberts's whiggish review of Michael Barone's new book on the so-called "Glorious Revolution". (I prefer, of course, the "Revolution of 1688," being hard-pressed to swoon over William of Orange and the Act of Settlementof 1701. St. Thomas Becket and St. Thomas More, pray for us.)
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Down at the multiplex, it looks like this year's "40 Year Old Virgin" (which I thoroughly enjoyed) is Judd Apanow's "Knocked Up," about a slacker whose special friend (for one night) gets pregnant, after which hilarity and maturing ensures. According to Ross Douthat, the movie is pretty much a pro-life tract, as well. Dana Stevens, at Slate, and to whom Douthat is reponding, has a very different view.