Have you heard? The internet's all abuzz about it! Single men in their 20's are absolutely the worst! And they're only getting worser!

Fresh off the media feeding frenzy/spooge-festival around Amy Chua's "Chinese Mothers > American Mothers" op-ed last month, The Wall Street Journal is trying to rouse some rabble again with Kay Hymowitz's piece, "Where Have All The Good Men Gone?"

Hymowitz, author of the book Manning Up: How the Rise of Women Has Turned Men Into Boys, argues that our society is fostering a generation of men who languish in what she calls "pre-adulthood". Hymowitz singles out things only men enjoy like Star Wars, Playstation and Judd Apatow movies as cultural indicators that these men - or should I say boys?? - refuse to grow the eff up.

She then goes into the effect of America's relative affluence on young men and how their role has shifted from the halcyon days of the '50s to now, which she sees as a gradual recession into perpetual adolescence. It all ends like this:

Today's pre-adult male is like an actor in a drama in which he only knows what he shouldn't say. He has to compete in a fierce job market, but he can't act too bossy or self-confident. He should be sensitive but not paternalistic, smart but not cocky. To deepen his predicament, because he is single, his advisers and confidants are generally undomesticated guys just like him.

Single men have never been civilization's most responsible actors; they continue to be more troubled and less successful than men who deliberately choose to become husbands and fathers. So we can be disgusted if some of them continue to live in rooms decorated with "Star Wars" posters and crushed beer cans and to treat women like disposable estrogen toys, but we shouldn't be surprised.

Relatively affluent, free of family responsibilities, and entertained by an array of media devoted to his every pleasure, the single young man can live in pig heaven—and often does. Women put up with him for a while, but then in fear and disgust either give up on any idea of a husband and kids or just go to a sperm bank and get the DNA without the troublesome man. But these rational choices on the part of women only serve to legitimize men's attachment to the sand box. Why should they grow up? No one needs them anyway. There's nothing they have to do.

They might as well just have another beer.

They're onto us, fellow manbabies! These generalities about our gender are in no way too broad! Make the most of the rest of your day (masturbating to Qubo before falling asleep in a cloud of fart smoke, I presume) because soon someone might expect you to amount to something!