Yesterday I found myself reaching for a microbrew beer while munching on a piece of Jarlsberg and talking about urban composting. At some point between delicious sips of honey ale, I thought to myself, “When the fuck did I become a yuppie?” My teenage self would wait for my adult self to put down her purse and knick a couple twenties for spite. And my adult self wouldn’t even notice the money was gone until she went to the store to buy more cheese. Is this a normal thing to think when you’re an adult? And also, is it weird to think that identity crises are so late nineties?