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Product Description In Such a Pretty Fat, Jen Lancaster learned how to come to terms with her body. In My Fair Lazy, she expanded her mind. Now the New York Times bestselling author gives herself—and her generation—a kick in the X, by facing her greatest challenge to date: acting her age. Jen is finally ready to put away childish things (except her Barbie Styling Head, of course) and embrace the investment-making, mortgage-carrying, life-insurance-having adult she’s become. From getting a mammogram to volunteering at a halfway house, she tackles the grown-up activities she’s resisted for years, and with each rite of passage she completes, she’ll uncover a valuable—if probably humiliating—life lesson that will ease her path to full-fledged, if reluctant, adulthood. Review “Jen Lancaster has the kind of scathing wit that makes you wish she was your best friend but thankful she’s not your new neighbor.”—New York Times Bestselling Author Carrie Ryan“Jen Lancaster has a sense of humor as sharp as the teeth of those little alligators on her beloved Lacoste shirts.”—The Charlotte Observer “She’s like that friend who always says what you’re thinking—just 1,000 times funnier.”—People About the Author Jen Lancaster is the New York Times bestselling author of eight books. She has appeared on Today, The Joy Behar Show, and NPR’s All Things Considered. She resides in the suburbs of Chicago with her husband and their ever-expanding menagerie of ill-behaved pets. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. Chapter OneI’ll often yell at homeless people. “Hey, how’s that homelessness working out for you? Try not being homeless for once!” Okay, ?ne. I’ve never actually said this. Coach Sue Sylvester on Glee did. But considering the ?rst line in my memoir Bitter Is the New Black reads, “Camille said you stole a bag from a homeless guy,” imagining my saying this isn’t such a stretch.Having come within ?ve days of losing my apartment and moving back with my parents not so long ago, you’d think I’d be a little less glib about other people’s circumstances.You’d be wrong.The thing is, my life is good right now . . . I suspect a little too good.I fear that I’m starting to forget what it felt like to struggle. My memories of the bad old days when the bank took our car and ComEd disconnected our electricity are fading and sepia-toned. So when Coach Sylvester offered her suggestion, I found myself nodding in agreement. Why don’t they try not being homeless for once? You know, get a job and such. How hard could it be, right?Success has paved the way for me to revisit some old, bad habits. I’m concerned that my con?dence is quietly morphing back into arrogance and my hard-won humility is turning to hubris. More often than not, snotty has once again become the new black. My tolerance is nil and last week while shouting at the valet I’d deemed incompetent, I realized how dangerously close I was to asking him if he knew who I was.This is not good.Instead of asking someone if they know who I am, I should be asking myself who it is I want to be.The last time I behaved in such a childish, petulant manner, Karma knocked me out of my penthouse and onto my ass. Although I learned to appreciate those lessons in retrospect, at the time, life sucked. And I’d like to never live through anything like that again.Thankfully I ?nally have the ability to take one giant step back from myself and right my terrible attitude before my life tumbles like so many houses of cards again.I need to give back the good I’ve been so sel?shly taking in.I need to repay the karmic debt I’ve incurred.I need to actually grow up instead of just saying it.And now my job is to ?gure out how.You know who volunteers?Grown-ups.Also, people sentenced with community service after a DUI.But mostly grown-ups.Doing charitable work seems like it would be soup and sandwich to my desire to give back as well as my need to mature, so I’m looking into it. The on