In Creve Coeur, Mo.—the suburb of St. Louis where I grew up—it is not uncommon to hear people admonish the legal provision of funding for stem cell research, nor is it out of the ordinary when a Catholic bishop sends you mail to tell you how to vote.
This summer, I got a small taste of what it would be like to be a real person. All of a sudden I was someone with a job, responsibility and no salary. Work becomes instantly less fun when you’re not getting paid to do your respective tasks. It goes without saying that as a rising [...]