Sure you're an Adult, but are you a "Grown-Up?"

Once we reach 18, we are called adults. We can vote, buy porn and cigarettes, get tattoos and see R-rated movies. But when do we become "Grown-Ups?" I'm inclined to think being an adult and a "Grown-Up" are two different things entirely and, judging from the people with whom I hang out, I don't know too many . . .

Except for myself, obviously. I'm incredibly mature and together-- a total "Grown-Up." It's OK to be jealous. I'm jealous of myself right now.

Want to know if you are a "Grown-Up?" Check out this list (love lists!) that I made entirely from my imagination (not from personal experience . . .). If you agree to three or more of the following, you, my friend are no "Grown-Up."


. . . you hum the soundtrack to Indiana Jones when doing something particularly effort-full, like parallel parking. Dum duh dum duh, dum duh dum, dum duh dum duh, dum duh dum dum dum!

. . . your snack of choice is one of the following: string cheese, goldfish crackers, graham crackers or a snack pack.

 you know you want some . . .

. . . any time someone says the word "karma," you bust out in a rendition of Justin Timberlake's "What Goes Around . . ." complete with tenor falsetto.

. . . you think about flux capacitors sometimes.

. . . when listening to a newscaster on NPR compare predicting the future of North Korean succession to reading tea leaves, you think "oooh, like Professor Trelawney! I hope they don't get 'the Grim!'"

"the Grim" turned out OK for Harry, will it for North Korea?

. . . you defend Taylor Swift (aka T Swizzle).

. . . you abbrev. your words when speaking.

. . . sometimes you "hold it" for no reason, even if the bathroom is right nearby.

. . . your mom still does your laundry whenever you're in town. She folds it, too and uses fabric softener. You love it.

. . . you get this twinge of guilt whenever you are carded even though you are well above 21.

. . . you think the world would be a happier place if Justin and Britney or LC and Heidi got back together.

the good old days . . .

. . . even though it would be ridiculous, you still lust after Zack Morris' cell phone because his coolness is timeless.




Well, how did you do?!