What is this new radical generation that won't grow up (think Peter Pan)? Can I join? Or, do I want to? Wearing the same thing all day can definitely be less expensive, but where is the relief to go home and change into play clothes?

It’s more interesting as evidence of the slow erosion of the long-held idea that in some fundamental way, you cross through a portal when you become an adult, a portal inscribed with the biblical imperative “When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: But when I became a man, I put away childish things.” This cohort is not interested in putting away childish things. They are a generation or two of affluent, urban adults who are now happily sailing through their thirties and forties, and even fifties, clad in beat-up sneakers and cashmere hoodies, content that they can enjoy all the good parts of being a grown-up (a real paycheck, a family, the warm touch of cashmere) with none of the bad parts (Dockers, management seminars, indentured servitude at the local Gymboree). It’s about a brave new world whose citizens are radically rethinking what it means to be a grown-up [1] and whether being a grown-up still requires, you know, actually growing up.

Kids as accessories?
Worst fear? Kids become Republicans. (Now they have my attention!)

Maybe I won't join but I will enjoy watching and participating. I just hope they know what they are doing.