Second, Star Wars burned off an awful lot of capital in 1999. When the smoke cleared, the stars emerged unscathed (except the ones that played Darth Vader, yuck, where are they now?). The prequel trilogy (maybe someday someone will edit all three into a three hour movie) will be mercifully forgotten and hopefully, the next generation of Disneyfied Star Wars will take note of what worked and what definitely didn’t. (Jar Jar, a lot of blahblahblah politics, trying to make Vader a cute kid and then a teen idol, ugh, give me the old egghead Luke unmasked when his dad was at death’s door, we needed to see the mortality-That’s why I will keep my VHS copy of “Jedi” forever.)

In a sound-byte world, we hunger for the simple development of thought, maybe just the acknowledgment of thought. You’re too young to experience a media led by real journalists rather than Entertainment Tonight. There used to be people in power who valued truth and stood up to their businessmen bosses (who actually in their heart of hearts thought telling the truth was more important than making money). They’re all gone. (This is why “fake-news”, ironically, is acknowledged as the true go-to source of news. We’ve really reached the point where Edward Murrow and Walter Cronkite’s true descendants are Jon Stewart, Steven Colbert and John Oliver.)

What you wish for, blogs where people rave about their kids and their discoveries of recipes and ways to rear children, is totally needed. Readers get validation and reinforcement from others, miles even continents away. That’s the gift of technology. You don’t have to wonder if Ms. Swink next door thinks the same way you do, your next door may be in Wyoming. Doesn’t matter as much anymore. (Truth is, Mrs. Swink may wonder if she’s the only one who thinks that way.)