I’m just not used to having a child who, via Netflix’s The Baby-Sitters’ Club, groks adults going out. I don’t think their parents have been to a club racier or thumpier than the Birchmere (where one partakes of folk music and cider and gets fleeced on parking) since they were ~four.

Pop culture is an amazing vector of knowledge. One I mostly bypassed, personally, but I respect the line of transmission.

Tangentially, they mostly like people who identify as girls but anything besides watching Disney+ or MAYBE like making cookies or smoothies = a dumb waste of time. Thank God.

That is nice to know and I am so glad your ten-year-old is not trying to date during a pandemic.