Girl apartments, at 10:00, are lit by selective lamplight or just candles, serenaded by favorite Baroque cello, and warmed by afghans, tea, and favorite books.

Boy apartments, at 10:00, have just started to come alive with every light on, POD blasting (or whatever adrenaline-crazed music of choice), and warmed by cranked heat so that only a white undershirt and jeans are required.

It makes me smile.