What all of these shows grasp at, in one way or another, is that nobody knows how to be a grown-up anymore. Adulthood as we have known it has become conceptually untenable. It isn’t only that patriarchy in the strict, old-school Don Draper sense has fallen apart. It’s that it may never really have existed in the first place, at least in the way its avatars imagined. Which raises the question: Should we mourn the departed or dance on its grave?

A. O. Scott on the death of adulthood. Reminds me of a half-remembered line from The Hours: “He was going to enter his forties is shorts and sneakers.”

War. Again.

So we’re training the Iraqi Army (yet again) and entering into a centuries-old ethnic and religious rivalry with no real end in sight or definition of success. Yep, just like the disasters of 2002, which I foolishly supported. But if we are to go down this road once more, why not get Congress on board? Make them vote for this war - and it is a war. Why not call for a vote so the GOP whiners and critics are forced to go on record for a war they want even when it inevitably falls apart or the mission begins to creep? Make ‘em accountable. It’s their job description after all.

I supported the second Iraq War but I was duped by Colin Powell, the only member of the W admin I trusted. I wanted him to run in 1996 but he was too moderate for the paleocons back then. Sadly, he ruined his reputation when he appeared before the UN and helped to get us into this mess. We are about to go into Iraq yet again with a foray into the cesspool that is Syria.

Let’s call this what this is - The United States is in a Thirty Year War. And there is no end in sight.