If I were fifteen years younger I would already have written a long post on the Sally Rooney kerfuffle. Ten years younger: I would want to write such a post but might be able to restrain myself. Five years younger: I’d be feeling that I probably should have an opinion on the subject and would worry a little about losing my edge. Today: I know that there is a kerfuffle but don’t know the details and don’t care. This is called Progress Towards Enlightenment. Five years more and, Deo volente, I won’t even know that crap like this is happening.