We aren’t wholly to blame for succumbing to protracted states of arrested development; they have, to some extent, been inflicted upon us by our environment. Inflation, the cost of housing and epic student debt make it feel too expensive to aspire to adult responsibilities like property or children, or else it’s too hard to promise yourself hockey-stick career growth when layoffs loom around every corner. Still, I refuse to accept the ease with which an entire generation appears to have embraced baby stuff as a balm.