“MY UTERUS LITERALLY ACHES:” “We built a luxury dream home but can only afford to have two children. Most people do not understand this statement.”

Actually, virtually everyone who is sentient understands on some level that there are tradeoffs in life in attempting to best calculate the equation of time, money, and goals. And to be fair, as one Twitter commenter noted, “at least [the writer and her husband] have a handle on living within their means, more than can be said for the average American.” But otherwise, this article is remarkably Fisk-worthy.

But then, as Tom Wolfe warned us all 40 years ago in “The Me Decade,” imagine living with millions of people who share the mentality of “my life becoming a drama with universal significance . . . analyzed, like Hamlet’s, for what it signifies for the rest of mankind. . . .”

Of course, the latest generation now entering the workforce, which Ashe Schow mockingly dubs “The Survivor Class,” is poised to make the Me Decade crowd appear in retrospect as industrious well-adjusted citizens: “Are employers going to start using precious resources to create safe spaces for people who are so unable to handle their anxiety they force the rest of the world to handle it for them?”