[...] The self-absorption of these people is one of the reasons her generation will be regarded as the most weightless inhabitants of the 20th century - born into a plenty, cosseted and flattered since the cradle, they spent their lives believing their adolescent fascinations were epiphanies that would light the way for eons to come. It’s a generation that embraced yoga so they could have the supple spines that enabled one to not only stare at one’s navel, but kiss it. They all make me want to rear up and shout there are starving children in India, but I suspect that their entire lives are based around refuting the relevance of that reminder. Give me the Lost Generation, the hard-scrabble kids who grew up in the Depression, the ones who came of age in the crucible of worldwide war, the adults who white-knuckled their way through the fifties while embracing the boon of drive-ins and Elvis - hell, give me the famous neurotics of the late 50s and 60s who wanted to put the entire culture on the shrink’s couch; at least they had a sense of humor. The Maynards and Davises are the last spasms of Sensitive Twit culture, and the only reason they fill up pages in the newsweeklies - at the expense of tens of thousands of better writers - is because their peers are in a position to hire them, and this makes everyone involved feel relevant and important. [...]