39, and let me tell you, adulthood still feels like performance. I own a house and a solo business, and yet fake-it-til-you-make-it feels like my basic life strategy. The moments I feel truly competent are a relief. If I don’t give myself props for those bits of mastery, I’m going to feel helpless and incompetent…

And now that fucking song is in my head.

As someone who is sort of 25 going on 12, I kind of read “adulting” as pointing to the dissonance between what we thought “adult” meant as kids, and what it ends up meaning once you get there....

Like in a lot of cases “adult” is a performance just like anything else. I have to attend a conference for my work this…

Right? Like goddamn Madeleine, maybe sit a few plays out.

This is possibly the most humorless thing I’ve read in a while. “#Adulting” is obviously a joke, meant to be taken as such. Most of the time I see it, it’s used by the person saying it to skewer themselves for being childish or lazy, not to garner praise.

It may have been a guided art project. I did self portraits with my class of 5 year older where I’d have 4 of them at a table with mirrors. I’d ask them to start by drawing the shape of their head. Then to look in the mirror and draw one thing at a time while saying stuff like “what shape are your eyes?” “What about…

Did you die?

The possibilities...I wonder if I could cultivate some of this yeast to brew an IPA.

That in itself is a patronizing attitude..as if these cultures need we mighty whites to step in and tell them when and how they are being exploited. I guarantee-fucking -tee that it is not people from India doing the objecting.

Ok, so let me see if we can get some clear rules.

Just do the yoga routine from the P90X workout. Nothing will make you believe less in a god quicker than having Tony Horton whisper-yell at you to be more flexible in your warrior pose.

Um, I’m okay with MRAs narrowing their chances of marrying/fucking any women at all. This sounds like risk reduction.