As my 24th year begins, I feel it's time to take stock, consolidate my position, and systematically destroy my enemies.
And yet as I grow older, the competition is also getting younger. Some of them are barely pubescent, and -- as demonstrated by my top-3 list of stylish minors below the fold -- most possess the kind of reckless insouciance and lack of irony which naturally hinder the man in his twenties.
