Here's the thing: I'm a girl. And I like being a girl, and all that entails. But I do not like clothes. I have zero fashion sense, and what's worse, I don't WANT to develop any fashion sense. I don't read celebrity gossip, I don't know anything about shoes, I have never colored my hair, and I am pretty sure I haven't worn earrings since my wedding day (definitely since I stopped having to dress up for work). It's just not my thing. I wear jeans and flip-flops, and I LIKE jeans and flip-flops. Really, that's all I need.
Except. Next weekend I'm going to a wedding. And I had a baby three months ago, which is to say that three and a half months ago, I was nine months pregnant. And I don't have to dress up for work anymore, nor have I in a while, so I have no back-up outfits in the back of the closet. Also, have I mentioned before that I've had two babies in the past twenty-one months? The old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be. But she's still got to find a dress for Saturday.
So I spent more time than I would care to admit growling in a fitting room this afternoon, seriously contemplating how tacky it would be to just wear jeans to the wedding (very tacky. I won't, don't worry). Brian even went with me this evening, and Brian has considerably more fashion sense than me. More than once he had to stifle a grin, because I just looked ... silly. Like a girl who would prefer to be in jeans, but her mom made her wear a dress for picture day.
I finally gave up, and turned my attention to my mom's birthday present. She asked for earrings. I found earrings - but they all looked a little bit like the beard of a turkey to me. ALAS. I finally settled on a pair, but it took entirely too long and was more excruciating than picking out earrings - as a gift, even, not something I'm going to have to wear - should be.
Someone give me a pair of flip-flops already.
After I wrote this, I was loading the dishwasher and realized, I referred to myself as a girl. I'm thirty years old. I have a college degree. I'm married. I have a home and two children. At what point do I begin to think of myself and my peers as women, not girls?
I also started thinking about gender and stereotypes, and how I characterize femininity. I see myself as feminine, but I don't fit the stereotypes that I just identified earlier in the post. But I do fit in other ways. So what makes someone "feminine"? I have my own opinions, but if you're so inclined, I'd like to hear yours first.