I just finished Christopher Noxon’s new book, Rejuvenile, which identifies an increasing population of adults who “cultivate tastes and mindsets traditionally associated with those younger than themselves.” While impossible to characterize in just a paragraph, rejuveniles are basically those adults who find intense pleasure in activities such as organized kickball, collecting action figures, and skipping to name just a few. Noxon makes a compelling argument for why rejuvenalia is on the rise and it’s really worth the read.
I must add that the book ignores pediatricians, perhaps the largest group of closet rejuveniles. While the motivation to pursue pediatrics is at once complicated and personal, I can’t help but think that the drive to relive one’s carefree past is playing some part. I must admit that as a medical student I was repulsed by the reality of adulthood. The cancer, heart disease and ravages of age hinted too closely of my own inevitability. As an adult, denial is my greatest weapon. As a pediatrician I like to think I’m safe.
Perhaps Mr. Noxon will consider this as a chapter in his sequel.