“New Victorians” Make Me Feel Like a Loser

After reading this article, I immediately A) contemplated the idea of joining a dating site, B) thought about buying myself a nice large carton of ice cream, and C) considered bursting into depressed, under-achieving tears.

Apparently, there are loads of 20-Somethings just swarming the streets of NYC who are already married, buying houses, and having kids.

These “New Victorians” (as the article dubs them) are über-educated, über-driven, and kinda boring.

Most of them would rather spend the night at home with their significant other than go out on the town, renovate their bathroom instead of driving off on a road trip, and own 3 purebred cats instead of cruising by their local ASPCA for a big, hyper dog.

Somewhere along the line, these “New Vics” must have picked up enough money to do all these things by 27, because not many people I know in that age range have the kind of cash that allows for a steady, stable home in a city where a studio apartment can start at $1500 a month.

“I was at brunch with another couple the other day where all we talked about was farm shares,” exclaimed one interviewee barley over the age of 26, but sounding about 40.

In all my time in this city, I have never once talked about farm shares.

Someday I’d like to make it out to the country with a great husband and adorable kids, but I always figured it would be later. Living out your domestic bliss before you’ve had time to really work for it seems impatient—if not a little backwards.

If you’re redoing your bathroom at 28, what are you going to do when you’re 38? 48?? Redo it again?

So sure, my eyes tint a little green when I read about people my age who are comfortable and seem to have it all figured out, but coveting someone else’s life will get me nowhere. And if Britney Spears has taught me anything, it’s that having kids too young can seriously cramp your partying.

Besides, who knows? Maybe farm shares are still in my future.

Future being the operative word.