Today, David Brooks is a rock critic.
"If you've been driving around listening to pop radio stations this spring and summer, you'll have noticed three songs that are pretty much unavoidable, and each of them is a long way from puppy love."
I can't give you a link to the rest of it -- the NYTimes is convinced you need to pay for that privilege -- but all you need to know is that it's a meditation on Les Cahiers de Carrie Underwood, Pink and Avril Lavigne. Which is to say a lot of tut-tutting about contemporary mores, i.e., today's rotten kids having sex at an age when Brooks wasn't getting any.
Reality check: Can anybody actually imagine Brooks driving around the Hamptons with the top down and Avril's "Girlfriend" blasting on the car radio?