Every so often Jezebel posts an article about how women who wear pink and glitter and mary-jane shoes trying to be children. Maybe you've seen thisarticle in the past couple days? Sound familiar? Oh, yeah, because this. Yawn.
cardigan: gap outlet
flats: old navy
cameo pin: thrifted
The attitudes expressed in these articles really stick in my craw for a number of reasons. Firstly there's the whole "damned if you do, damned if you don't" mentality. Wanna get married and have kids in your early twenties? No! Not okay! Wanna spend your twenties having fun and only being responsible for yourself? Also... not... okay? Is there a sweet spot somewhere in the mid-late twenties where it's okay to start a family? Why is this all about when someone starts a family? Why is getting married and having kids always held up as the Last Milestone of Maturity? What's so great about maturity anyway? Perhaps the author of This One Article has all the answers!
And I am tired as HELL over the whole thing about how wearing peter-pan collars or anything vaguely school uniform-esque means I'm some fragile little girl trapped in my childhood. If I wanted to be a little girl again, I'd quit my job and move in with my parents and go to bed at 8 o'clock every night with a big glass of milk. Believe it or not (even though I might be wearing knee socks) I really LIKE being an adult. There are a number of reasons why but one stands out above the others: I am taken seriously now. It's true! One of the biggest criticisms about this so-called infantilization of women is that we're not letting ourselves be taken seriously, and in my experience that is straight-up Not True. (Rebecca wrote something similar, better than I ever could.) So what's the problem?