Warning: rambling post ahead…..
I feel embarrassed when I refer to myself as ‘girl’ in online descriptions (and in my head). Gal seems more acceptable somehow. I am not sophisticated enough to be ‘lady’ or wise enough to be ‘woman’. In some ways I still feel as naive as a girl. I’m more comfortable referring to myself as Aunty than woman, if that is to convey my age.
I feel self conscious about it because I tend to be critical (in my head only) of women in their fifties who dress like teenagers. Even when my partner shows me something he wants to buy (that I think only younger guys wear), I tend to say that’s not age appropriate. So I’m falling into that trap as well.
But who made up these rules? Has it been drummed into us by beauty magazines which dictate what is acceptable and what is not. Magazines that bar your face and shame you or dressing a certain way? How did we come to these fashion perceptions. I think as long as someone looks good to most people then we shouldn’t have hang ups over so called rules. As long as they are comfortable. I think what people wear (other than for work or places with uppity dress codes) is a very personal thing and we should leave it to them to decide.
The fashion police annoys me a whole lot more than the grammar police. Which is why I loved how Sarah Jessica Parker dressed in Sex And the City. She just wore what worked for her and she looked beautiful. The fashion police be damned.
Previously it was thought that older women should not have long hair. But at least that notion has changed. Beautiful Meryl Streep and Glen Close come to mind. I hope that grey hair is considered beautiful one day, as I don’t colour mine, due to cost.
Why do we have to be certain way when we are an adult. We don’t have it all together. I actually feel like more of a mess now than I did then. I guess I have the luxury to be as I’m not a parent?
One good thing is we tolerate a lot less than our easy going twenty something selves, but the same dreamy kid in us still lives on. Even if you’re an aunt, a mum or grandma. I still like girlish things like pink and anything pretty. Which is why women got so hooked on Pinterest.
I guess the most comfortable term is female rather than woman, as I sometimes tell B, I need female company. But doesn’t it sounds a bit weird and clinical? I am a female in my fourties.
The word ‘girl’ indicates a sense of light heartedness, a capability to have fun, more than a definition of age. Or maybe I’m just immature.
Sorry that this was such a confusing post, written through another bout of insomnia.
What do you call yourself?