Ever pored through an old high school yearbook to find your class’s power elite surprisingly unimpressive? The girls who once stomped on your heart, the guys who stomped on your ass and the sea of snarky jerks whose mere existence sent shockwaves of inadequacy into every crevice of your being? But, after a decade (or three) of “perspective” (life!), the once unassailable arbiters of social hierarchy suddenly look just like a bunch of goofy kids.
