After all, isn't that what really draws the line between childhood and adulthood, knowing that you are solely responsible for yourself? If so, then my childhood ended at fifteen.

I want to roll my eyes right now, but the doctor says that if I keep doing it, my ocular muscles might spasm and eject my eyeballs.

You can do some serious subway flirting before you realize the guy is homeless.

I support women. I'm like a human BRA.

I will not calm down! Women are allowed to get angrier than men about double standards.

I don't care. I'll start my own group. Rejection from society is what created X-Men!

Now I'm heading home for a nooner, which is what I call having pancakes for lunch.