Because I am a mature grown-up

I send unflattering pictures of myself to my boyfriend because he mistakenly likes them. Also, I responsibly purchase gifts at Barnes & Noble and don't buy anything for myself (I am going to Powell's later this month, after all). I know how to season a cast-iron skillet. I discuss inflation and the current price of chicken. I talk about mortgages and PMI and sometimes actually know what I'm talking about. Also, I stomp my foot and pout when the store doesn't have any Zebra Cakes.