My Weekend at Adult Summer Camp

At Camp Social, where grown women return to girlhood, friendship has no preamble. Within 15 minutes of meeting eight of the campers from Cabin 3, I learned this: In their 50s and 60s, they have no use for the menstrual discs in the camp swag bag; one of them found online dating so depressing after her divorce that she’s given up entirely; when they laugh, they pee a little; they feel like they’ve known one another for years, even though most of them met last night. The campers signed up for…