There is a great deal of finger-wagging about the rich people who died in the Titan submersible. "Those fools!" "A billionaire misadventure!" I'd like to think I would never enlist in a project with Stockton Rush--who compared car-driving to his own Titanic escapade--but I certainly know what it is like to make a stupid choice. So: My heart goes out to those folks in their watery grave. I feel for them, especially when a self-righteous NYTimes reader makes sniffy judgments in response to their obituaries. Over the weekend, Marc and I watched a movie about young people behaving in an idiotic way. It's called "Like Crazy," and the title says it all. A young Felicity Jones is smitten with love; she ignores visa regulations to spend a few extra weeks with her American boyfriend, Anton Yelchin. Anyone with half a brain would say: "Fuck around, and find out...." But who has half a brain among undergrads and grad students? Jones and Yelchin lo...