I ruminate quite a bit over our hyper-digitized lives.  But I also think a lot about gender.  I can’t help it.  I’m a 48-year-old woman, a separated mother of two boys, ages 11 and 8.  And I’ve joked before that if you tried to draw a Venn diagram illustrating the overlapping interests of middle-aged women and school-aged boys, you wouldn’t have a Venn diagram.  

But I’ve come to see a connection my boys and I share through a basic aspect of being who we are in the world that we’re in:  it’s a lack of representation, of positive images of what it can look like and mean to grow up in their case, and to age in mine.