I vote we change the word to “adultosauring”. It’s like adulting but with more trampling of Tokyo and atomic breath.

A lot of people have brought up mental health struggles as a basis for disagreeing with this article, and as someone who suffers from depression and anxiety, I completely agree.

Solid, accurate usage.

I am nearing 40, and I love #adulting. It makes life a little less humdrum. This world is working to knock us down every chance it gets. When I an in an #Adulting mood or, hell, a #Catting mood (I love Catting. I would cat all the time, if I could), we’re taking back a little joy, a little irreverence.

Take it from…

I love #adulting. We were told that we were the generation of participation ribbons and special snowflakes and we’ve taken that on and made it into something playful and funny. I think we’ve done good with this one.

Ok I’m 40 and the mother of an 11 year old. Is it wrong that when I cook something in grease and don't end up crying from grease burns I walk around proclaiming I am the best chef ever to live? How about when I use a tool and no blood is drawn; I am the queen of DIY? My moments are few and far between so gotta…

this reads too close to one of those anti-millennial pieces

Meh. My mother isn’t a great cook. Some of my friends’ mothers weren’t so great at cleaning. And I say mothers because I know very few fathers who did anything but plant themselves in front of the television after work, even if their wives were also employed. And physics knows plenty of Baby Boomers weren’t awesome…

I totally use the word Adulting... but for more substantial things. Like I set up a 401K for myself yesterday. 6 months ago I probably would have said idk what the fuck a 401k is or why I would need one. Also, applied for graduation from community college after spending approximately six years there taking fun classes…

I said it when I bought a wine decanter.

I think #adulting is a sign of humility. I don’t know very many young adults who feel on TOP of their game for the reasons you mentioned.

no one is asking for accolades, jesus. trying to put a light-hearted spin on our shitty lives, so fucking sorry

NOT SCREAMING AT MY COWORKER FOR DESCRIBING HIS POOPS TO OUR WHOLE OFFICE ROOM WHILE I’M EATING GRAPES #ADULTING

Jerkoff pot-stirring post, move along.

The self help genre has existed for centuries. People have needed help getting out of bed and putting on pants (or whatever) for pretty much as long as there have been pants to put on. Pretending this is all a new trend when bloggers create what is basically an interactive self-help book, the kind that has been around…

To me, “Adulting” is when you feel totally overwhelmed by responsibilities, then still manage to do some grown-up thing you never managed to do before. It’s not paying your phone bill on time, it’s buying your first car or compiling 2 weeks worth of interchangeable business casual clothing in your wardrobe.

Meh. Life gets hard sometimes, and if I want to occasionally congratulate myself on being a somewhat-functional human being, and do it in an ironic/self-deprecating way so as not to make myself seem like too much of an underachieving narcissist... I'm gonna. And I'm not gonna feel bad about it.

Idea: if you don’t like “adulting,” don’t say it! It’s never been about some kind of congratulations when I’ve said it to my husband - sometimes it’s just, y’know, FUN?