M, our son, asked for clothes for Christmas. For years he loved LEGOs, and his room still contains clumps of bricks that we assembled together, products of a young imagination turned toward worlds other than ours. But he’s 15 now, and his imagination has been reassigned to the bits of this world that have to be put together without instructions. No surprise that he has opinions about his appearance and the distance he sees between the self he projects and the one he wants to project. His friends have opinions too, just as busy finding their place in the complex social galaxy of adolescence, with its bodies, orbits, and gravitational pulls. He wanted things to wear that signaled fluency in style, even some daring, but he wasn't sure what. No doubt you remember.
How to Keep Going
How to Keep Going
How to Keep Going
M, our son, asked for clothes for Christmas. For years he loved LEGOs, and his room still contains clumps of bricks that we assembled together, products of a young imagination turned toward worlds other than ours. But he’s 15 now, and his imagination has been reassigned to the bits of this world that have to be put together without instructions. No surprise that he has opinions about his appearance and the distance he sees between the self he projects and the one he wants to project. His friends have opinions too, just as busy finding their place in the complex social galaxy of adolescence, with its bodies, orbits, and gravitational pulls. He wanted things to wear that signaled fluency in style, even some daring, but he wasn't sure what. No doubt you remember.