That part of adulthood or personhood where we're asked to select a set of isms we can live with, or tolerate, or manage? Yes, that bit. I believe I'd like to skip it. Or be over it. Or say I've had my turn. That's all. I'm all ismed out for one lifetime. Got no ismability left in me. Take your isms and move along. Now, asms. Totally different matter.