Getting through college and getting a good and stable job will make the jump from young man to man for me.

shatnershaman:

PurpleRain:

That means you'll never be legally allowed to drink or fight bears.

No mauling or cancer?! Aww.

Yeah shatner, leave the bear fighting to the rest of us, ye pansy!

*ROAR

Imma comin' Barry!

Oh Canada,
our home and native land,
true patriot love,
in all thy sons command!

*SLASH
*MAUL
*SCREAM
*WORLD OF PAIN!

*"Now You're A Man" by dvda starts playing.

Well for me it was the first time I broke a guys neck in self defense. Thank my Carat Ma Ga teacher

Don't think I ever left my childhood. Being a man just means responsibilities.

Hey you have to own up sometimes so life isn't always fair I have gotten used to it.

Snapped a guys neck? In some places regardless of whether self defense or not, you would get in prison for that.

He had a freaking sword and was trying to kill me with it.

Nicksus:
Wow, and I thought my brother had bad luck.

My brother was born into a fairly wealthy household (son of a lawyer), had a chance at a good education, three years of private school for highschool-level, played in any sport he wanted, and even graduated from BCIT with a diploma (or degree, I'm unsure) in architecture/drafting. It's not that he doesn't have good luck, it's that he's a total fuckup in every sense of the word...

Alcoholic, pothead, busted more than once on DUI charges, busted even more often on speeding or running lights. He can't keep a job because he gets so smashed at night, he doesn't show up the next day. As I said, he's a certified architect, but he's working a labor job because he quit his drafting job because he lost his drivers license (DUI) and refused to bus to work... Was RE-Given his drafting job then quit again because he doesn't like his boss. Lives with equally loser people, his best friend/roommate nearly caused him to default on the mortgage because he couldn't pay rent (cops busted him selling weed, confiscated all his cash, including the rent money), most people would y'know, SAVE a lil cash for such an incident, but my bro drinks his paycheque down to the last cent.

He's a guy who's had every chance in life, and screws up repeatedly. I'd almost say he has GOOD luck, since he's not dead or still in jail.

Somethingironic:
Well in Northern Canada our basic right of passage is simple.
We've just got to kill a bear.
With our "bare hands"
In the nude.
While singing our national anthem, en francais!

That's only east-coast dude. West-coast we have to ride a moose in rush-hour traffic wearing a parka while using a cellphone in our left hand, and holding a Tim Hortons coffee in our right.

Reasonable Doubt:
Hey you have to own up sometimes so life isn't always fair I have gotten used to it.

I got used to it after the Doctor slapped me. ;)

It hit me when my grandmother tried to lace up my corset to no avail: "When did you get boobs!?"

The same week it hit me again, when my school had to give me special permission to wear a uniform skirt instead of a uniform jumper because my boobs didn't fit under the jumper and I was too tall for the biggest one. The rule was that only 8th graders got to wear the skirts, so I became the first 6th grader to wear the skirt instead of the jumper.

It also hit me quite neatly during the 8th grade discussion on puberty.
"Some of you will be going through some changes soon,"
"Lady, you're about two years too late,"
"Unless you're Lauren, who can go home early,"

The last one made my mom nearly die laughing when she came to get me early. She'd thought I was sick, not exempt from a lecture.

My brother was born into a fairly wealthy household (son of a lawyer), had a chance at a good education, three years of private school for highschool-level, played in any sport he wanted, and even graduated from BCIT with a diploma (or degree, I'm unsure) in architecture/drafting. It's not that he doesn't have good luck, it's that he's a total fuckup in every sense of the word...

Alcoholic, pothead, busted more than once on DUI charges, busted even more often on speeding or running lights. He can't keep a job because he gets so smashed at night, he doesn't show up the next day. As I said, he's a certified architect, but he's working a labor job because he quit his drafting job because he lost his drivers license (DUI) and refused to bus to work... Was RE-Given his drafting job then quit again because he doesn't like his boss. Lives with equally loser people, his best friend/roommate nearly caused him to default on the mortgage because he couldn't pay rent (cops busted him selling weed, confiscated all his cash, including the rent money), most people would y'know, SAVE a lil cash for such an incident, but my bro drinks his paycheque down to the last cent.

He's a guy who's had every chance in life, and screws up repeatedly. I'd almost say he has GOOD luck, since he's not dead or still in jail.

He reminds me a lot of MY older brother, except with less of the advantages. We used to be fairly wealthy, and it was enough to ensure my brother could go to summer camp, do little league football, and a few other things. Unfortunately, we didn't have the same level of wealth by the time I wanted to participate in things like that.

But my brother still did get a good education; we've both been going to the same school district since pre school (he actually didn't start until kindergarten), and it's been rated in the top ten in the entire state for years before we were even born. But he wasted that. I screwed around school some, too, but he was always turning things in late, cutting class, getting into trouble. He'd demand that our parents take him to a friend's house all of the time, and whenever he did he'd get as much cash as they had to spare (not much by this time), so I ended up getting screwed over. By his freshman year he was a pothead and a drunk, and when he first moved away from home (actually my dad's house; he moved to there from our mom's a couple of years before) at the beginning of his senior year (which was last year last year -- he only went the first day), effectively fucking me over because I still lived out-of-district, and I needed a ride to school. Now I have to wake up two hours earlier to catch the city bus.

He ended up going to Utah to live with some relatives for a while (yes, some of them were Mormon), and of course took complete advantage of them. He got a job down there after a while, but quit and came back to Colorado after a week. Now he's home, living with our dad again after he and his best friend both screwed each other over, and is now working a full time job at Ford Motor Credit alongside my mom. (A fate he always dreaded) Over the year he crashed my mom's car -- the one I am supposed to get next February when I get my license, and he also still owes me and thirty other people money, ranging from double to the triple didgits. (triple in my case)

But everything is fine for me now, as my mom started dating her former boss whose department she got moved from just so they could go out, who makes twice as much money as her. Half the time I am with my mom (I only go to my dad's two days a week), we're over at her boyfriend's house. So we spend less money on gas, food, and bills, therefore she has A LOT of spare money she doesn't mind sharing with me. I finally feel like I'm not constantly getting screwed over because of my brother being an idiot.

However, older brothers will always screw over their younger siblings. It is the nature of the world.

Nicksus:

However, older brothers will always screw over their younger siblings. It is the nature of the world.

Lolz, I'm the older brother, my bro is 2.5 years younger, and my sister is 1.5 years older. My sis did well in life, my bro, as you read, not as much so.

First to move out of parents' house - Me
First to buy own home/condo (not rent) - Me
First to buy own car - Sister (kinda a freebie, she had a license way before me)
First to get married - Sister
First to have a child - N/A, but bets on my brother having a bastard before my sister decides to have one.
First to blackmail sibling for keeping quiet about something they did they don't want parents to know about - Me : D

Well I bet there are evil things you did you are merely keeping a secret! I must keep this stereotype alive! DOWN WITH OLDER BROTHERS! STEP-BROTHERS DON'T COUNT! (I only say that because I have two soon-to-be younger step-siblings and one older one.)

Finishing my First D&D Campaign at level 25.

Finishing my first D&D Campaign that I wrote and DM'd.

Realizing that becoming a professional Hockey Player wasn't going to Happen.

Resolving and committing to a decent workout schedule to keep myself in shape in a lazy (growing) overweight world.

Getting my Commercial Pilot's License.

Getting Married.

Moving to the States for 6/mo out of each year.

Graduating bootcamp. That was my first real job and got me out on my own...

Darth Mobius:
Graduating bootcamp. That was my first real job and got me out on my own...

You know the only hard part about that for me was putting up with the members of my platoon, since most of them were ex-cons and I believe in the rules except when I need them not to be, which is bloody rare I can count the times I broke the rules on one hand and those were emergencies, I don't even cheat in video games.

To me the a mature person is one that can look at their life longterm, taking decisions that are hard shortterm for a geater longterm life. This includes studying when you need to and not piss education away because theres a party (there allways are, and allways will be), or managing a hard but promising job and not quitting because of something silly like you dont like your collegues or your boss etcetera. For me becoming a man is a gradual thing, but I was alot more of a child in my late teens than I am now in my mid twenties. I guess manhood is taking resonsibility. The most unmanly thing is blaiming your failures on others, I can tell when someone is a boy or a girl disguised in a grownup body when they *allways* go on and on about how it is everybody elses fault that they arent getting what they want.

So are you saying Yahtzee is not a man? He likes to blame God. So does my eventual step-father. His wife died of cancer. I think it's far easier to not believe in Him than hate Him. That will turn you into a cynic of the highest order.

That doesent really apply. What happened to your eventual stepfather wasnt his responsibility or failure in any way. To blaim is not childish (though often pointless and unproductive) but to blaim others for your own failures is.

Khell_Sennet:

Nicksus:
Wow, and I thought my brother had bad luck.

My brother was born into a fairly wealthy household (son of a lawyer), had a chance at a good education, three years of private school for highschool-level, played in any sport he wanted, and even graduated from BCIT with a diploma (or degree, I'm unsure) in architecture/drafting. It's not that he doesn't have good luck, it's that he's a total fuckup in every sense of the word...

Alcoholic, pothead, busted more than once on DUI charges, busted even more often on speeding or running lights. He can't keep a job because he gets so smashed at night, he doesn't show up the next day. As I said, he's a certified architect, but he's working a labor job because he quit his drafting job because he lost his drivers license (DUI) and refused to bus to work... Was RE-Given his drafting job then quit again because he doesn't like his boss. Lives with equally loser people, his best friend/roommate nearly caused him to default on the mortgage because he couldn't pay rent (cops busted him selling weed, confiscated all his cash, including the rent money), most people would y'know, SAVE a lil cash for such an incident, but my bro drinks his paycheque down to the last cent.

He's a guy who's had every chance in life, and screws up repeatedly. I'd almost say he has GOOD luck, since he's not dead or still in jail.

Somethingironic:
Well in Northern Canada our basic right of passage is simple.
We've just got to kill a bear.
With our "bare hands"
In the nude.
While singing our national anthem, en francais!

That's only east-coast dude. West-coast we have to ride a moose in rush-hour traffic wearing a parka while using a cellphone in our left hand, and holding a Tim Hortons coffee in our right.

What if you live in Ontario?

Snieeke:
That doesent really apply. What happened to your eventual stepfather wasnt his responsibility or failure in any way. To blaim is not childish (though often pointless and unproductive) but to blaim others for your own failures is.

So you do think Yahtzee isn't a man? You cleared up the matter of my soon-to-be stepfather, but not Yahtzee... Though I can't for the life of me remember how him blaming God came up in one of his videos. He's just a silly British Australian.

Hmm, there's the couple more standard ones I would consider, like my first real boyfriend, getting my license and driving on my own, and getting my own bank account and a debit card, to name a few. I don't know that I've hit my "THE rite of passage" yet, but I consider myself at 17 an adult in most respects.

Or when I applied to an all-male school and got rejected. That was fun.

Well here are some other things I thought about that I did that really helped me feel like I was growing uP:

- Doing Driver's Ed. as soon as I was old enough, instead of waiting an extra year and just taking a test instead of a class to get my permit like my lazy brother did.

- Opening a debit card account with the fifty dollars I earned from selling an article through Helium.com.

- While wrestling with my best friend, I put him in an arm wrench, he flipped out of it, and as he turned back to me he threw a punch but he thought I was farther away so he hit my hard on the forehead. I took it like a man! Though I did knee him in the stomach and slam him back on the ground, so maybe I did get a bit angry...

- Getting punched in the face by my brother (who is one-hundred pounds heavier than me) and not even really getting pissed.

- When I was able to handle a situation better than my older brother, who just broke down in tears.

I became a man when i got drunk and finally asked out the girl of my dreams. But i may have done it... wrongly. First i broke into her house when he wasnt home, carved my number into her wall with a knife, then buggered off and shagged her sister.

That is about as smart as something equally stupid.

Jokes, guy. I really became a man when i beat the crap out of the greasey haired italion tit that used to bug me at school. fightings easy, go for the throaght and kick when they're down

I live my life by the 'I'm never satisfied' approach, so things that have happened to me that would make most people feel mature or manly have just made me crave doing greater and grander things.

Smart. No point in fighting cleanly in that kind of situation. You're going to get in trouble, anyways -- and if some kids are as tough as they act, then they should be tough enough to take a few nasty blows.

I think my "right of passage" began when I swang my bully around by his leg and made him limp for a whole day and ended when I grew a beard and sideburns.

Hmm, I dunno, maybe its just age and time. I can't think of any single crashing, working, fighting, dangerous, sexual, angry or specific experience that was a right of passage type of experience. I feel like a man, but I still love doing crazy immature things like go cliff jumping, drive like a maniac, steal cars, go exploring, yell, and do stupid things to freak people out.

Does being born count?

Either that or owning your first home.

GenHellspawn:

What if you live in Ontario?

Watch a Leaf game. You have to be really tough to watch a massacre like that.

GenHellspawn:
What if you live in Ontario?

Canada is divided down the middle of Saskatchewan. If you're Alberta, BC, half the NWT, and teh Yukon, you're West Coast. If you're Manatoba or further thataway, you're east coast. If you're Saskatchewan, you're probably a welfare leach and don't count anyways since you have no hockey teams.

PurpleRain:

shatnershaman:

finalcut315:
you become a man when you first go to a shooting range with your dad. Or any kind of gun-related father and son activity really.

So if you don't have a father you are never a man?

Or you don't live in America.

Or just don't like guns.